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Hagrid wiped his nose on the back of his hand and said, "That reminds me. I've got yeh a present."
"Good evening to you, Hagrid," said Ronan. He had a deep, sorrowful voice. "Were you going to shoot me?"
The following morning, notes were delivered to Harry, Hermione, and Neville at the breakfast table. They were all the same:
Harry would have screamed, but he couldn't make a sound. Where there should have been a back to Quirrell's head, there was a face, the most terrible face Harry had ever seen. It was chalk white with glaring red eyes and slits for nostrils, like a snake.
Harry listened. A soft rustling and clinking seemed to be coming from up ahead.
Malfoy let out a terrible scream and bolted -- so did Fang. The hooded figure raised its head and looked right at Harry -- unicorn blood was dribbling down its front. It got to its feet and came swiftly toward Harry -- he couldn't move for fear.
"Harry! Harry, are you all right?"
"Well, that's it then, isn't it?" Harry said.
"I'll be back at dawn," said Filch, "for what's left of them," he added nastily, and he turned and started back toward the castle, his lamp bobbing away in the darkness.
"If you want to go back, I won't blame you," he said. "You can take the cloak, I won't need it now."
"Master, I cannot hold him -- my hands -- my hands!"
"It was you."
He blinked. It wasn't the Snitch at all. It was a pair of glasses. How strange.
"All right?" Harry whispered.
"Well, I got back all right," said Hermione. "I brought Ron round -- that took a while -- and we were dashing up to the owlery to contact Dumbledore when we met him in the entrance hall -- he already knew -- he just said, 'Harry's gone after him, hasn't he?' and hurtled off to the third floor.";
She leapt up and struggled toward a damp wall. She had to struggle because the moment she had landed, the plant had started to twist snakelike tendrils around her ankles. As for Harry and Ron, their legs had already been bound tightly in long creepers without their noticing.。