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"Don't," Harry advised her.
Ron was so amazed, so impressed, he just sat and gaped at Harry.
He threw his cloak over his head and strode out of the clearing. It was almost dark now, but Harry could see Quirrell, standing quite still as though he was petrified.
Harry had suddenly gone into a spectacular dive, which drew gasps and cheers from the crowd. Hermione stood up, her crossed fingers in her mouth, as Harry streaked toward the ground like a bullet.
"What are you looking for, boy?"
Flint seized the Quaffle and scored five times without anyone noticing.
The club flew suddenly out of the troll's hand, rose high, high up into the air, turned slowly over -- and dropped, with a sickening crack, onto its owner's head. The troll swayed on the spot and then fell flat on its face, with a thud that made the whole room tremble.
The library was pitch-black and very eerie. Harry lit a lamp to see his way along the rows of books. The lamp looked as if it was floating along in midair, and even though Harry could feel his arm supporting it, the sight gave him the creeps.
"It's not my fault," said Wood. "We've just got to make sure we play a clean game, so Snape hasn't got an excuse to pick on us."
He had been looking forward to learning to fly more than anything else.
Hermione rolled up the sleeves of her gown, flicked her wand, and said, "Wingardium Leviosa!"
"Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"
But Harry only had one thought in his head, which was to get back in front of the mirror, and Ron wasn't going to stop him.
"Have you found out how to get past that beast of Hagrid's yet?"
Harry shook his head.
Harry caught sight of Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle's triumphant faces as he left, walking numbly in Professor McGonagall's wake as she strode toward the castle. He was going to be expelled, he just knew it. He wanted to say something to defend himself, but there seemed to be something wrong with his voice. Professor McGonagall was sweeping along without even looking at him; he had to jog to keep up. Now he'd done it. He hadn't even lasted two weeks. He'd be packing his bags in ten minutes. What would the Dursleys say when he turned up on the doorstep?