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"Who's there?" Hagrid called. "Show yerself -- I'm armed!"
"Oh, it's you, Ronan," said Hagrid in relief. "How are yeh?"
"Do you mean," Harry croaked, "that was Vol-"
"Sometimes," he said, "I find it hard to follow my master's instructions -- he is a great wizard and I am weak --"
"So what happened to you two?" said Harry.
"Ah - your father happened to leave it in my possession, and I thought you might like it." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Useful things... your father used it mainly for sneaking off to the kitchens to steal food when he was here."
"Always the innocent are the first victims," he said. "So it has been for ages past, so it is now."
Harry flushed. They turned to go outside, but Snape called them back.
"Hullo," he said, smiling. "Finished yer exams? Got time fer a drink?"
"But there are hundreds of them!"
Quirrell's voice trailed away. Harry was remembering his trip to Diagon Alley -how could he have been so stupid? He'd seen Quirrell there that very day, shaken hands with him in the Leaky Cauldron.
The light of adventure was kindling again in Ron's eyes, but Hermione answered before Harry could.
"That wasn' no werewolf an' it wasn' no unicorn, neither," said Hagrid grimly. "Right, follow me, but careful, now."
"I don't understand... is the Stone inside the mirror? Should I break it?"
"I don't care if Malfoy has, but if something's got Neville... it's our fault he's here in the first place."
So Harry set off into the heart of the forest with Malfoy and Fang. They walked for nearly half an hour, deeper and deeper into the forest, until the path became almost impossible to follow because the trees were so thick. Harry thought the blood seemed to be getting thicker. There were splashes on the roots of a tree, as though the poor creature had been thrashing around in pain close by. Harry could see a clearing ahead, through the tangled branches of an ancient oak.
"Certainly. I have a special gift with trolls -- you must have seen what I did to the one in the chamber back there? Unfortunately, while everyone else was running around looking for it, Snape, who already suspected me, went straight to the third floor to head me off -- and not only did my troll fail to beat you to death, that three-headed dog didn't even manage to bite Snape's leg off properly.;