having a party, fred and
gee stole some d stuff from the kits.”
”hat now,” said harry breathlessly. ”lets find an
empty room, you wait til you hear this....”
he made sure peeves wasnt iting the door
behihehem what hed seen and heard.
”sht, it is the sorcerers stone, arying
to force quirrell to help him get it. he asked if he ko get
past fluffy - and he said something about quirrells hocus pocuss--
i re there are uardio from fluffy,
loads of es, probably, and quirrell would have done some
anti-dark arts spell that so break through --”
”so you meaones only safe as long as quirrell stands
up to snape?” said hermione in alarm.
”itll be gouesday,” said ron.
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quirrell, however, must have beeheyd thought. in
the weeks that followed he did seem to be gettihinner,
but it didnt look as though hed cracked yet.
every time they passed the third-floor corridor, harry, ron,
and hermione would press their ears to the door to check that fluffy
was still growling inside. snape ing about in his usual bad
temper, which surely meant that the stoill safe. whenever
harry passed quirrell these days he gave him an eng sort
of smile, and ron had started telling people at
quirrells stutter.
hermione, however, had more ohan the sorcerers
stoarted drawing up study schedules and g
all her notes. harry and ron wouldnt have mi she kept
naggihe same.
”hermiohe exams are ages away.”
”ten weeks,” hermios s like
a seiel.”
”but were not six hundred years old,” ron reminded her. ”anyway,