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"All -- all three of us?"
He took a step forward and Neville dropped Trevor the toad, who leapt out of sight.
"I have strength enough... for this...."
"Good evening, Hagrid, I hope you are well?"
"Well?" said Quirrell impatiently. "What do you see?"
"Still famous," said Ron, grinning at him.
Choose, unless you wish to stay here forevermore,
"Look, if you don't hurry up, he'll already have the Stone!"
"Be warned, Potter -- any more nighttime wanderings and I will personally make sure you are expelled. Good day to you."
"Do you want to stop Snape or not?"
"Oh, you know about Nicolas?" said Dumbledore, sounding quite delighted. "You did do the thing properly, didn't you? Well, Nicolas and I have had a little chat, and agreed it's all for the best."
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.
"Resign?" Wood thundered. "What good'll that do? How are we going to get any points back if we can't win at Quidditch?"
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.
"Good afternoon, Harry," said Dumbledore. Harry stared at him. Then he remembered: "Sir! The Stone! It was Quirrell! He's got the Stone! Sir, quick --"