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And he scooted off
"I always said he was off his rocker," said Ron, looking quite impressed at how crazy his hero was.
Their very last exam was History of Magic. One hour of answering questions about batty old wizards who'd invented selfstirring cauldrons and they'd be free, free for a whole wonderful week until their exam results came out. When the ghost of Professor Binns told them to put down their quills and roll up their parchment, Harry couldn't help cheering with the rest.
"We'll be lucky ter catch anythin' now, with the racket you two were makin'. Right, we're changin' groups -- Neville, you stay with me an' Hermione, Harry, you go with Fang an' this idiot. I'm sorry," Hagrid added in a whisper to Harry, "but he'll have a harder time frightenin' you, an' we've gotta get this done."
"This way," said Harry, pointing down a stone passageway, which was the only way forward.
"Just five minutes," Harry pleaded.
"But if we get caught, you two will be expelled, too."
"Of course not," said Hermione briskly. "How do you think you'd get to the Stone without us? I'd better go and took through my books, there might be something useful..."
"Is that you, Filch? Hurry up, I want ter get started."
I must lie, he thought desperately. I must look and lie about what I see, that's all.
Harry did the best he could, trying to ignore the stabbing pains in his forehead, which had been bothering him ever since his trip into the forest. Neville thought Harry had a bad case of exam nerves because Harry couldn't sleep, but the truth was that Harry kept being woken by his old nightmare, except that it was now worse than ever because there was a hooded figure dripping blood in it.
Hermione was running toward them down the path, Hagrid puffing along behind her.
"But I heard you a few days ago, sobbing -- I thought Snape was threatening you...."
"This needs thinking about he said. I suppose we've got to take the place of three of the black pieces...."
At first, Gryffindors passing the giant hourglasses that recorded the house points the next day thought there'd been a mistake. How could they suddenly have a hundred and fifty points fewer than yesterday? And then the story started to spread: Harry Potter, the famous Harry Potter, their hero of two Quidditch matches, had lo st them all those points, him and a couple of other stupid first years.