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Hermione let out a great sigh and Harry, amazed, saw that she was smiling, the very last thing he felt like doing.
Hagrid came striding toward them out of the dark, Fang at his heel. He was carrying his large crossbow, and a quiver of arrows hung over his shoulder.
Ron went speeding in the direction that Harry was pointing, crashed into the ceiling, and nearly fell off his broom.
It took quite a while for them all to get off the platform. A wizened old guard was up by the ticket barrier, letting them go through the gate in twos and threes so they didn't attract attention by all bursting out of a solid wall at once and alarming the Muggles.
Quirrell rolled off him, his face blistering, too, and then Harry knew: Quirrell couldn't touch his bare skin, not without suffering terrible pain -- his only chance was to keep hold of Quirrell, keep him in enough pain to stop him from doing a curse.
Quirrell came back out from behind the mirror and stared hungrily into it.
"D'you think that was a centaur we heard earlier?" said Harry.
Harry suddenly jumped to his feet.
"They have enough Elixir stored to set their affairs in order and then, yes, they will die."
"Harry, relax, Hermione's right, the Stone's safe as long as Dumbledore's around. Anyway, we've never had any proof Snape found out how to get past Fluffy. He nearly had his leg ripped off once, he's not going to try it again in a hurry. And Neville will play Quidditch for England before Hagrid lets Dumbledore down."
"All -- all three of us?"
At that moment, Madam Pomfrey bustled over.
"Ahem," said Dumbledore. "I have a few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes...
"Oh, shut up," said Hermione, but she agreed to go and watch out for Snape.