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"We're coming," said Hermione.
"Good evening, Hagrid, I hope you are well?"
"I shouldn'ta told yeh that!" he blurted out. "Forget I said it! Hey -- where're yeh goin'?"
"But Snape tried to kill me!"
"I see myself shaking hands with Dumbledore," he invented. "I -- I've won the house cup for Gryffindor."
Quirrell moved close behind him. Harry breathed in the funny smell that seemed to come from Quirrell's turban. He closed his eyes, stepped in front of the mirror, and opened them again.
"Looks like a harp," said Ron. "Snape must have left it there."
Hermione let out a great sigh and Harry, amazed, saw that she was smiling, the very last thing he felt like doing.
Harry nodded, but stopped quickly, because it made his head hurt. Then he said, "Sir, there are some other things I'd like to know, if you can tell me... things I want to know the truth about...."
"Let me speak to him... face-to-face..."
Peeves almost fell out of the air in shock. He caught himself in time and hovered about a foot off the stairs.
"Nothing -- just black -- there's no way of climbing down, we'll just have to drop."
When Harry walked in there was a sudden hush, and then everybody started talking loudly at once. He slipped into a seat between Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table and tried to ignore the fact that people were standing up to look at him.
Harry felt as if Devil's Snare was rooting him to the spot. He couldn't move a muscle. Petrified, he watched as Quirrell reached up and began to unwrap his turban. What was going on? The turban fell away. Quirrell's head looked strangely small without it. Then he turned slowly on the spot.
"We've heard," said Hagrid grumpily. "Well, if either of you do see anythin', let me know, won't yeh? We'll be off, then."