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"Potter, come back here!" Quirrell shouted. "Tell me the truth! What did you just see?"
But he hadn't walked five paces before a high voice spoke, though Quirrell wasn't moving his lips.
"Yeah, Dumbledore's off his rocker, all right," said Ron proudly. "Listen, you've got to be up for the end-of-year feast tomorrow. The points are all in and Slytherin won, of course -- you missed the last Quidditch match, we were steamrollered by Ravenclaw without you -- but the food'll be good."
"Stop saying the name!" said Ron in a terrified whisper, as if he thought Voldemort could hear them.
"That one!" he called to the others. "That big one -- there -- no, there -- with bright blue wings -- the feathers are all crumpled on one side."
"Quick, go, before it wears off."
"Oh, Harry, we were sure you were going to -- Dumbledore was so worried --"
Something gold was glinting just above him. The Snitch! He tried to catch it, but his arms were too heavy.
At last there was silence again.
"Well... Voldemort said that he only killed my mother because she tried to stop him from killing me. But why would he want to kill me in the first place?"
"We want to see Professor Dumbledore," said Hermione, rather bravely, Harry and Ron thought.
"This way," said Harry, pointing down a stone passageway, which was the only way forward.
"But this is servant stuff, it's not for students to do. I thought we'd be copying lines or something, if my father knew I was doing this, he'd
"He lies... He lies..."
Harry couldn't take it in. This couldn't be true, it couldn't.
Harry had almost forgotten that the exam results were still to come, but come they did. To their great surprise, both he and Ron passed with good marks; Hermione, of course, had the best grades of the first years. Even Neville scraped through, his good Herbology mark making up for his abysmal Potions one. They had hoped that Goyle, who was almost as stupid as he was mean, might be thrown out, but he had passed, too. It was a shame, but as Ron said, you couldn't have everything in life.？
Harry jumped to his feet, caught Quirrell by the arm, and hung on as tight as he could. Quirrell screamed and tried to throw Harry off -- the pain in Harry's head was building -- he couldn't see -- he could only hear Quirrell's terrible shrieks and Voldemort's yells of, "KILL HIM! KILL HIM!" and other voices, maybe in Harry's own head, crying, "Harry! Harry!"（央视记者 徐海霞）