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"Yeah, but I was meanin' anythin' unusual a bit nearer home, said Hagrid. "So yeh haven't noticed anythin' strange?"
"Sometimes," he said, "I find it hard to follow my master's instructions -- he is a great wizard and I am weak --"
"They have enough Elixir stored to set their affairs in order and then, yes, they will die."
"Master, you are not strong enough!"
"You don't understand," said Harry, "this is important."
A storm of cheering and stamping broke out from the Slytherin table. Harry could see Draco Malfoy banging his goblet on the table. It was a sickening sight.
It was the unicorn all right, and it was dead. Harry had never seen anything so beautiful and sad. Its long, slender legs were stuck out at odd angles where it had fallen and its mane was spread pearly-white on the dark leaves.
"Me," he said calmly. "I wondered whether I'd be meeting you here, Potter."
They stared at him.
"You want to go first? Are you sure?" said Ron. "I don't know how deep this thing goes. Give the flute to Hermione so she can keep him asleep."
Another will transport the drinker back instead,
"Look," said Harry, throwing caution to the winds, "Professor -- it's about the Sorcerer's tone --"
"Destroyed?" said Harry blankly. "But your friend -- Nicolas Flamel --"
"Quick, go, before it wears off."
"No, I don't!"
Hermione buried her face in her arms; Harry strongly suspected she had burst into tears. Gryffindors up and down the table were beside themselves -- they were a hundred points up. "Third -- to Mr. Harry Potter..." said Dumbledore. The room went deadly quiet for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house sixty points.",