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It was a bit late to repair the damage, but Harry swore to himself not to meddle in things that weren't his business from now on. He'd had it with sneaking around and spying. He felt so ashamed of himself that he went to Wood and offered to resign from the Quidditch team.
A white pawn had moved forward two squares.
Ron went speeding in the direction that Harry was pointing, crashed into the ceiling, and nearly fell off his broom.
Snape was standing there.
"Which means, Dumbledore called over the storm of applause, for even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were celebrating the downfall of Slytherin, "we need a little change of decoration."
"If you want to go back, I won't blame you," he said. "You can take the cloak, I won't need it now."
"I suppose you think you're harder to get past than a pack of enchantments!" she stormed. "Enough of this nonsense! If I hear you 've come anywhere near here again, I'll take another fifty points from Gryffindor! Yes, Weasley, from my own house!" Harry and Ron went back to the common room, Harry had just said, "At least Hermione's on Snape's tail," when the portrait of the Fat Lady swung open and Hermione came in.
Harry sprang toward the flame door, but Voldemort screamed "SEIZE HIM!" and the next second, Harry felt Quirrell's hand close on his wrist. At once, a needle-sharp pain seared across Harry's scar; his head felt as though it was about to split in two; he yelled, struggling with all his might, and to his surprise, Quirrell let go of him. The pain in his head lessened -- he looked around wildly to see where Quirrell had gone, and saw him hunched in pain, looking at his fingers -- they were blistering before his eyes.
"Positive," said Hermione. She took a long drink from the round bottle at the end, and shuddered.
Hermione looked ready to fling her arms around him again, but Harry was glad she held herself in as his head was still very sore.
Harry was rubbing his forehead.
"Do you realize who this is?" said Firenze. "This is the Potter boy. The quicker he leaves this forest, the better."
"First -- to Mr. Ronald Weasley..."
"The Sorcerer's Stone! Of course -- the Elixir of Life! But I don't understand who --"
"Nothing, Neville, nothing," said Harry, hurriedly putting the cloak behind his back.