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Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was a nice woman, but very strict.
"Busy year?" she said.
"You're going out again," he said.
He walked forward and shook the centaur's hand.
"Who's there?" Hagrid called. "Show yerself -- I'm armed!"
Quirrell cursed again.
"You don't think they've been hurt, do you?" whispered Hermione.
"Look!" Hermione seized a roll of paper lying next to the bottles. Harry looked over her shoulder to read it:
The white king took off his crown and threw it at Harry's feet. They had won. The chessmen parted and bowed, leaving the door ahead clear. With one last desperate look back at Ron, Harry and Hermione charged through the door and up the next passageway.
Harry climbed over it and looked down through the trapdoor. There was no sign of the bottom.
"A bit," said Hermione timidly.
"Can you hear something?" Ron whispered.
"We must have crossed in midair. No sooner had I reached London than it became clear to me that the place I should be was the one I had just left. I arrived just in time to pull Quirrell off you."
Neville stared at their guilty faces.
Ron went speeding in the direction that Harry was pointing, crashed into the ceiling, and nearly fell off his broom.
From being one of the most popular and admired people at the school, Harry was suddenly the most hated. Even Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs turned on him, because everyone had been longing to see Slytherin lose the house cup. Everywhere Harry went, people pointed and didn't trouble to lower their voices as they insulted him. Slytherins, on the other hand, clapped as he walked past them, whistling and cheering, "Thanks Potter, we owe you one!"。