feet. they had won. the parted and bowed, leaving the door
ahead clear. with oe look ba, harry and
hermied through the door a passageway.
”what if hes --?”
”hell be all right,” said harry, trying to ce
himself. ”what do you res ?”
”weve had sprouts, that was the devils swick mustve
put the keys; magall trahe to
make them alive; that leaves quirrells spell, and snapes.”
they had reaother door.
”all right?” harry whispered.
”go on.”
harry pushed it open.
a disgusting smell filled their nostrils, making both of them
pull their robes up over their ering, they saw,
flat on the floor in froroll evehe
oackled, out cold with a bloody lump on its head.
”im glad we didnt have to fight that one,” harry whispered
as they stepped carefully over os massive legs. ”e on,
i t breathe.”
he pulled ope door, both of them hardly daring to look
at what ext - but there was ening in here,
just a table with sevely shaped bottles standing on it
in a line.
”snapes,” said harry. ”what do we have to do?”
they stepped over the threshold, aely a fire sprang
up behihe doorway. it wasnt ordiher;
it le. at the same instant, black flames shot up in the
doorway leading orapped.
”look!” hermione seized a roll he
bottles. harry looked over her shoulder to read it:
danger lies before you, while safety lies behind,
two of us will help you, which ever you would find,
one among us seve you move ahead,
aransport the drinker bastead,
two among our number hold ole wine,
three of us are killers, waiting bidden in line.
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