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"No -- no -- not again, please --"
"I wish I knew what this means!" he burst out angrily. "My scar keeps hurting -- it's happened before, but never as often as this."
The other two stared at him. He was pale and his eyes were glittering.
Shaking, Harry moved three spaces to the left.
"No," said Harry, startled by the odd question. "We've only used the horn and tail hair in Potions."
"No -- but it's like ice."
Maybe it was because they hadn't seen what Harry had seen in the forest, or because they didn't have scars burning on their foreheads, but Ron and Hermione didn't seem as worried about the Stone as Harry. The idea of Voldemort certainly scared them, but he didn't keep visiting them in dreams, and they were so busy with their studying they didn't have much time to fret about what Snape or anyone else might be up to.
"LIAR!" Harry shouted suddenly.
"Well?" said Quirrell impatiently. "What do you see?"
They landed quickly, and Harry ran to the door, the key struggling in his hand. He rammed it into the lock and turned -- it worked. The moment the lock had clicked open, the key took flight again, looking very battered now that it had been caught twice.
"It's the full Body-Bind," said Hermione miserably. "Oh, Neville, I'm so sorry."
"What are you doing?" said a voice from the corner of the room. Neville appeared from behind an armchair, clutching Trevor the toad, who looked as though he'd been making another bid for freedom.
I won't let you do it," he said, hurrying to stand in front of the portrait hole. "I'll -- I'll fight you!"
Quirrell snapped his fingers. Ropes sprang out of thin air and wrapped themselves tightly around Harry.
"Well, they did rather detest each other. Not unlike yourself and Mr. Malfoy. And then, your father did something Snape could never forgive."