sorcerers sto from fluffy.”
hagrid frow him.
”0 course i t, he said. ”number one, i don know
meself. wo, yeh know too much already, so i wouldn tell
yeh if i could. that stones here fer a good reason. it was almost
stolen otts - i sppose yehve worked that out an
all? beats me how yeh even know abou fluffy.”
”oh, e on, hagrid, you might not want to tell us, but you do
know, you khat goes on round here,” said hermione
in a warm, flattering voice. hagrids beard twitd they could
tell he was smiling. ”ho had dohe guarding,
really.” hermio on. ”ho dumbledore had trusted
enough to help him, apart from you.”
hagrids chest swelled at these last words. harry and ron beamed
at hermione.
”well, i don spose it could hurt ter tell yeh that... lets
see... he borrowed fluffy from me... thehe teachers
did es... professor sprout -- professor flitwick --
prall --” he ticked them off on his fingers,
”professor quirrell -- an dumbledore himself did somethin, o
c on, ive fotten someone. oh yeah, professor snape.”
”snape?”
”yeah -- yer not still on abou that, are yeh? look, snape
helped protect the stone, hes not about ter steal it.”
harry knew ron and hermiohinking the same as he was. if
snape had been ihe sto have been easy
to find out how the other teachers had guarded it. he probably knew
everythi seemed, quirrells spell and how to get
past fluffy.
”youre the only one to get past fluffy. arent
you, hagrid?” said harry anxiously. ”and you wouldnt tell anyone,
would you? not eveeachers?”
”not a soul k me an dumbledore,” said hagrid proudly.
”well, thats something,” harry muttered to the rid,
we have a window open? im boiling.”
”t, harry, sorry,"