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"What have you been telling him?" growled Bane. "Remember, Firenze, we are sworn not to set ourselves against the heavens. Have we not read what is to come in the movements of the planets?"
Harry, who was still playing the flute, waved at Ron to get his attention and pointed at himself.
Mrs. Weasley smiled down at them.
"What's this stuff?" were his first words.
Harry would have screamed, but he couldn't make a sound. Where there should have been a back to Quirrell's head, there was a face, the most terrible face Harry had ever seen. It was chalk white with glaring red eyes and slits for nostrils, like a snake.
Hermione read the paper several times. Then she walked up and down the line of bottles, muttering to herself and pointing at them. At last, she clapped her hands.
"I see the Stone... I'm presenting it to my master... but where is it?"
"I wish I knew what this means!" he burst out angrily. "My scar keeps hurting -- it's happened before, but never as often as this."
"Dunno," said Hagrid casually, "he wouldn' take his cloak off."
"Harry Potter, do you know what unicorn blood is used -for?"
He glared at them.
Harry tried to understand this but it made his head pound, so he stopped.
"Hagrid!" said Harry, shocked to see Hagrid shaking with grief and remorse, great tears leaking down into his beard. "Hagrid, he'd have found out somehow, this is Voldemort we're talking about, he'd have found out even if you hadn't told him."
The room went very still. The Slytherins' smiles faded a little.