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"Neville," she said, "I'm really, really sorry about this."
Harry pushed the door open.
A hundred and fifty points lost. That put Gryffindor in last place. In one night, they'd ruined any chance Gryffindor had had for the house cup. Harry felt as though the bottom had dropped out of his stomach. How could they ever make up for this?
"I always said he was off his rocker," said Ron, looking quite impressed at how crazy his hero was.
"Well, of course, that was the headmaster, quite different. You need rest."
"Can't be too careful, Ronan," said Hagrid, patting his crossbow. "There's summat bad loose in this forest. This is Harry Potter an' Hermione Granger, by the way. Students up at the school. An' this is Ronan, you two. He's a centaur.))
"Now what do we do?" Harry whispered.
It seemed to be a handsome, leather-covered book. Harry opened it curiously. It was full of wizard photographs. Smiling and waving at him from every page were his mother and father.
"But Snape tried to kill me!"
"Now what?" said Ron.
"So light a fire!" Harry choked.
"Well, hurry up, I can't breathe!" Harry gasped, wrestling with it as it curled around his chest.
"We were --" Harry began, without any idea what he was going to say.
Ron examined the lock on the door.
"Yes -- Potter -- come here."
He tried to edge to the left, to get in front of the glass without Quirrell noticing, but the ropes around his ankles were too tight: he tripped and fell over. Quirrell ignored him. He was still talking to himself. "What does this mirror do? How does it work? Help me, Master!"