his scar. ”i might get lu.”
hermiones lip trembled, and she sudde harry and
threw her arms around him.
”hermione!”
”harry -- yreat wizard, you know.”
”im not as good as you,” said harry, very embarrassed, as she
let go of him.
”me!” said hermione. ”books! ahere are more
important things -- friendship and bravery and -- oh harry --
be careful!”
”you drink first,” said harry. ”you are sure which is which,
arent you?”
”positive,” said hermioook a long drink from the round
bottle at the end, and shuddered.
”its not poison?” said harry anxiously.
”no -- but its like ice.”
”quick, go, before it wears off.”
”good luck -- take care.”
”go!”
hermiourned araight through the purple fire.
harry took a deep breath ahe smallest bottle. he
turo face the black flames.
”here i e,” he said, and he draile bottle in
one gulp.
it was ihough ice was flooding his body. he put the
bottle down and walked forward; he braced himself, saw the black
flames lig his body, but t feel them -- for a moment he
could see nothing but dark fire -- thehe other side,
i chamber.
there was already someo it wasnt s
wasnt eve.
chapter seventeen
the man with two faces
it was quirrell.
”you!” gasped harry.
quirrell smiled. his fat twitg at all.
”me,” he said calmly. ”i woher id be meeting you
here, potter.”
”but i thought -- snape --”
”severus?” quirrell laughed, and it wasn'