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"Why?" panted Hermione, hurrying to keep up.
"No," said Harry, startled by the odd question. "We've only used the horn and tail hair in Potions."
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.
"We're not offended," said Harry quickly. "Just tell us what to do."
Seeing the open door somehow seemed to impress upon all three of them what was facing them. Underneath the cloak, Harry turned to the other two.
After dinner the three of them sat nervously apart in the common room. Nobody bothered them; none of the Gryffindors had anything to say to Harry any more, after all. This was the first night he hadn't been upset by it. Hermione was skimming through all her notes, hoping to come across one of the enchantments they were about to try to break. Harry and Ron didn't talk much. Both of them were thinking about what they were about to do.
Hermione's lip trembled, and she suddenly dashed at Harry and threw her arms around him.
The following morning, notes were delivered to Harry, Hermione, and Neville at the breakfast table. They were all the same:
"Well, " Hermione exploded, "if he did -- I mean to say that's terrible -- you could have been killed."
"They have enough Elixir stored to set their affairs in order and then, yes, they will die."
He ran back down to the common room.
"Here I come," he said, and he drained the little bottle in one gulp.
Harry was rubbing his forehead.
"Good luck -- take care."
So he knew. The feeling suddenly surged back into Harry's legs. He stumbled backward.