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The white queen turned her blank face toward him.
"You let Professor Dumbledore in..."
Harry caught Neville's eye and tried to tell him without words that this wasn't true, because Neville was looking stunned and hurt. Poor, blundering Neville -- Harry knew what it must have cost him to try and find them in the dark, to warn them.
Quirrell cursed again.
"Better get the cloak," Ron muttered, as Lee Jordan finally left, stretching and yawning. Harry ran upstairs to their dark dormitory. He putted out the cloak and then his eyes fell on the flute Hagrid had given him for Christmas. He pocketed it to use on Fluffy -- he didn't feel much like singing.
"Oh, very well," she said. "But five minutes only."
"I'll use the invisibility cloak," said Harry. "It's just lucky I got it back."
"We had to, Neville, no time to explain," said Harry.
"See Professor Dumbledore?" Professor McGonagall repeated, as though this was a very fishy thing to want to do. "Why?"
Firenze suddenly reared on to his hind legs in anger, so that Harry had to grab his shoulders to stay on.
For the first time, a spasm of fear flitted across Quirrell's face.
"Oh, good," said Harry. "Who is it?"
Hermione read the paper several times. Then she walked up and down the line of bottles, muttering to herself and pointing at them. At last, she clapped her hands.
"Harry Potter, do you know what unicorn blood is used -for?"
First, however slyly the poison tries to hide
Harry had taken one step toward it when a slithering sound made him freeze where he stood. A bush on the edge of the clearing quivered.... Then, out of the shadows, a hooded figure came crawling across the ground like some stalking beast. Harry, Malfoy, and Fang stood transfixed. The cloaked figure reached the unicorn, lowered its head over the wound in the animal's side, and began to drink its blood.