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s hand.

the sta had to be a reo one could ever

remember the snitg caught so quickly.

”ron! ron! where are you? the games over! harrys won! weve

won! gryffindor is in the lead!” shrieked hermione, dand

dow and hugging parvati patil in the row in front.

harry jumped off his broom, a fround. he t

believe it. hed dohe game was over; it had barely lasted

five minutes. as gryffindors came spilling onto the field, he saw

snape land nearby, white-fad tight-lipped -- the

a hand on his shoulder ao dumbledores smiling face.

”well done,” said dumbledore quietly, so that only harry

could hear. ”o see you havent been brooding about that

mirror... been keeping busy... ext...”

sterly on the ground.

harry left the lo aloer, to take his

nimbus two thousand back to the broomshed. he t ever remember

feeling happier. hed really doo be proud of now -- no

one could say he was just a famous name ahe evening air had

never smelled so sweet. he walked over the damp grass, reliving the

last hour in his head, y blur: gryffind

to lift him onto their shoulders; ron and hermioance,

jumping up and dowhrough a heavy nosebleed.

harry had reached the shed. he lea the wooden door and

looked up at hogindows glowihe setting

sun. gryffindor in the lead. hed do, hed shoe....

and speaking of snape...

a hooded figure came swiftly doweps of the

castle. ot wanti walked as fast as possible

toward the forbidde. harrys victory faded from his mind

as he watched. he reized the figures proe,

so the forest while everyo dinner --

what was going on?

harry jumped babus two thousand and took

off. glidily over the castle he sae e

at a run. he followed.

the trees were so thick he t see e had gone. he

flew in circles, lower and l the top brarees

until he heard voices. he glided toward them and landed noiselessly

in a t beech tree.

he climbed carefully alohe branches, holding tight

to his broomstig th the leaves. below, in a

shad, stood s he wasnt alone. quirrell was

there, too. harry t make out the look o he

was stutterihan ever. harry straich what they

were saying.

”... d-dont knoao meet here of all

p-places, severus...”

”oh, i thought wed keep this private,” said snape, his voice

icy. ”stude supposed to know about the sorcerers stone,

after all.”

harry leaned forward. quirrell was mumblihing. snape

ied him.

”have you found out how to get past that beast of hagrids yet?”

”b-b-but severus, i --”

”you dont want me as your enemy, quirrell,” said saking

a step toward him.

”i-i dont know what you

”you kly well what i mean.”

an owl hooted loudly, and harry of the tree. he

steadied himself io hear snape say, ”-- your little bit of

hocus-pocus. im waiting.”

”b-but i d-d-dont --”

”very e . ”well have ale ,

when youve had time to think things over and decided where your

loyalties lie.”

he threw his cloak over his head ahe

g. it was almost dark now, but harry could see quirrell,

standiill as though he etrified.

”harry, where have you been?” hermione squeaked.

”on! we wohumping harry on the

bad i gave malfoy a blad o take on

d goyle single-haill out adam pomftey

says hell be all right - talk about showing slytherin! everyones

waiting for you in the , were