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harry didnt sleep all night. he could hear neville sobbing
into his pillow for what seemed like hours. harry t think
of anything to say to . he knew neville, like himself,
was dreading the daould happe of gryffindor
found out what theyd done?
at first, gryffind the giant hlasses that recorded
the house poihought thered been a mistake. how
could they suddenly have a hundred and fifty poihan
yesterday? aory 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.
from beihe most popular and admired people at the
school, harry was suddeed. even ravend
hufflepuffs turned on him, because everyone had been longing to
see slytherihe house cup. everywhere harry went, people
pointed and didnt trouble to lower their voices as they insulted
him. slytheriher hand, clapped as he ast them,
whistlihanks potter, we owe you one!”
only ron stood by him.
”theyll all fet this in a few weeks. fred and gee have
lost loads of points iheyve been here, and people
still like them.”
”theyve a hundred and fifty points in one go,
though, have they?” said harry miserably.
”well -- no,” ron admitted.
it was a bit late to repair the damage, but harry swore to
himself hings that werent his business from
now on. hed had it with sneaking around and spyi so
ashamed of himself that he went to wood an from
the quidditch team.
”resign?” wood thu goodll that do? how are we
goi any points back if we t win at quidditch?”
but even quidditch had lost its fuhe team
wouldnt speak t prad if they had to speak
about him, they called him ”the seeker.”
hermione and neville were suffering, too. they didnt have as
bad a time as harry, because they werent as well-known, but nobody
would speak to them, either. hermio attention
to herself in class, keeping her head down and w in silence.
harry was almost glad that the exams werent far away. all the
studyio do kept his mind off his misery. he, ron, and
hermiohemselves, w late irying
tredients in plicated potions, learn charms
and spells by heart, memorize the dates of magical discoveries and
goblin rebellions....
then, about a week before the exams were due to start, harrys
ion not to ihing that didnt
ut to a. walking ba the library on his
owernoon, he heard somebody whimpering from a
up ahead. as he drew closer, he heard quirrells voice.
”no -- no -- not again, please --”
it souhough someohreatening him. harry moved
closer.
”all right -- all right --” he heard quirrell sob.
sed, quirrell came hurrying out of the
straightening his turban. he ale ahough he was
about to cry. he strode out of sight; harry didnt think quirrell
had even noticed him. he waited until quirrells footsteps had
disappeared, thehe . it ty, but
a door stood ajar at the other end. harry ard it
before he remembered what hed promised himself about not meddling.
all the same, hed have gambled twelve sorcerers sto
s left the room, and from what harry had just heard,
snape ith a new spring in his step -- quirrell
seemed to have given in at last.
harry went back to the library, where hermioing ron
on astronomy. harry told them what hed heard.
”snapes dohen!” said ron. ”if quirrells told him how
to break his anti-dark force spell --”
”theres still fluffy, though,” said hermione.
”maybe snapes found out how to get past him without asking
hagrid,” said ron, looking up at the thousands of