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"Harry, relax, Hermione's right, the Stone's safe as long as Dumbledore's around. Anyway, we've never had any proof Snape found out how to get past Fluffy. He nearly had his leg ripped off once, he's not going to try it again in a hurry. And Neville will play Quidditch for England before Hagrid lets Dumbledore down."
"There's only enough there for one of us," he said. "That's hardly one swallow."
First, however slyly the poison tries to hide
"I have business here, Peeves," croaked Harry. "Stay away from this place tonight."
Three of us are killers, waiting bidden in line.
Harry jumped to his feet, caught Quirrell by the arm, and hung on as tight as he could. Quirrell screamed and tried to throw Harry off -- the pain in Harry's head was building -- he couldn't see -- he could only hear Quirrell's terrible shrieks and Voldemort's yells of, "KILL HIM! KILL HIM!" and other voices, maybe in Harry's own head, crying, "Harry! Harry!"
Hagrid came striding toward them out of the dark, Fang at his heel. He was carrying his large crossbow, and a quiver of arrows hung over his shoulder.
Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind,
Hermione gasped. Harry and Ron wheeled round.
"Of course not," said Hermione briskly. "How do you think you'd get to the Stone without us? I'd better go and took through my books, there might be something useful..."
Shaking, Harry moved three spaces to the left.
"And sir, there's one more thing..."
And she let Ron and Hermione in.
"But how do we know which to drink?"