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"Don't leave me!" said Neville, scrambling to his feet, "I don't want to stay here alone, the Bloody Baron's been past twice already."
"It's here -- just here -- yes!"
"Oh, no," said Ron, pale as the Bloody Baron.
"So you mean the Stone's only safe as long as Quirrell stands up to Snape?" said Hermione in alarm.
"Thank goodness you found me! I've been out here for hours, I couldn't remember the new password to get in to bed."
"Three Chasers," Harry repeated, as Wood took out a bright red ball about the size of a soccer ball.
"This isn't safe -- she might have gone for Filch, I bet she heard us. Come on."
"Tut, tut -- fame clearly isn't everything."
"He didn't catch it, he nearly swallowed it," Flint was still howling twenty minutes later, but it made no difference -- Harry hadn't broken any rules and Lee Jordan was still happily shouting the results -- Gryffindor had won by one hundred and seventy points to sixty. Harry heard none of this, though. He was being made a cup of strong tea back in Hagrid's hut, with Ron and Hermione.
And then they heard it -- a low grunting, and the shuffling footfalls of gigantic feet. Ron pointed -- at the end of a passage to the left, something huge was moving toward them. They shrank into the shadows and watched as it emerged into a patch of moonlight.
Things couldn't have been worse.
"You see, Dumbledore was right, that mirror could drive you mad," said Ron, when Harry told him about these drearns.
The troll stopped next to a doorway and peered inside. It waggled its long ears, making up its tiny mind, then slouched slowly into the room.
"What did you expect, turnips?" said Ron, turning to his own pile, which was a lot bigger than Harry's.
The next morning in Defense Against the Dark Arts, while copying down different ways of treating werewolf bites, Harry and Ron were still discussing what they'd do with a Sorcerer's Stone if they had one. It wasn't until Ron said he'd buy his own Quidditch team that Harry remembered about Snape and the coming match.,
"We won! You won! We won!" shouted Ron, thumping Harry on the back. "And I gave Malfoy a black eye, and Neville tried to take on Crabbe and Goyle single-handed! He's still out cold but Madam Pomftey says he'll be all right - talk about showing Slytherin! Everyone's waiting for you in the common room, we're having a party, Fred and George stole some cakes and stuff from the kitchens."。