It was sweltering hot, especially in the large classroom where they did their written papers. They had been given special, new quills for the exams, which had been bewitched with an Anticheating spell.
They had practical exams as well. Professor Flitwick called them one by one into his class to see if they could make a pineapple tapdance across a desk. Professor McGonagall watched them turn a mouse into a snuffbox — points were given for how pretty the snuffbox was, but taken away if it had whiskers. Snape made them all nervous, breathing down their necks while they tried to remember how to make a Forgetfulness potion.
Harry did the best he could, trying to ignore the stabbing pains in his forehead, which had been bothering him ever since his trip into the forest. Neville thought Harry had a bad case of exam nerves because Harry couldn't sleep, but the truth was that Harry kept being woken by his old nightmare, except that it was now worse than ever because there was a hooded figure dripping blood in it.
Maybe it was because they hadn't seen what Harry had seen in the forest, or because they didn't have scars burning on their foreheads, but Ron and Hermione didn't seem as worried about the Stone as Harry. The idea of Voldemort certainly scared them, but he didn't keep visiting them in dreams, and they were so busy with their studying they didn't have much time to fret about what Snape or anyone else might be up to.
Their very last exam was History of Magic. One hour of answering questions about batty old wizards who'd invented selfstirring cauldrons and they'd be free, free for a whole wonderful week until their exam results came out. When the ghost of Professor Binns told them to put down their quills and roll up their parchment, Harry couldn't help cheering with the rest.
“That was far easier than I thought it would be,” said Hermione as they joined the crowds flocking out onto the sunny grounds. “I needn't have learned about the 1637 Werewolf Code of Conduct or the uprising of Elfric the Eager.”
Hermione always liked to go through their exam papers afterward, but Ron said this made him feel ill, so they wandered down to the lake and flopped under a tree. The Weasley twins and Lee Jordan were tickling the tentacles of a giant squid, which was basking in the warm shallows. “No more studying,” Ron sighed happily, stretching out on the grass. “You could look more cheerful, Harry, we've got a week before we find out how badly we've done, there's no need to worry yet.”
Harry was rubbing his forehead.
“I wish I knew what this means!” he burst out angrily. “My scar keeps hurting — it's happened before, but never as often as this.”
“Go to Madam Pomfrey,” Hermione suggested.
“I'm not ill,” said Harry. “I think it's a warning… it means danger's coming…”
Ron couldn't get worked up, it was too hot.
“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.”
Harry nodded, but he couldn't shake off a lurking feeling that there was something he'd forgotten to do, something important. When he tried to explain this, Hermione said, “That's just the exams. I woke up last night and was halfway through my Transfiguration notes before I remembered we'd done that one.”
Harry was quite sure the unsettled feeling didn't have anything to do with work, though. He watched an owl flutter toward the school across the bright blue sky, a note clamped in its mouth. Hagrid was the only one who ever sent him letters. Hagrid would never betray Dumbledore. Hagrid would never tell anyone how to get past Fluffy… never… but…
Harry suddenly jumped to his feet.
“Where're you going?” said Ron sleepily.
“I've just thought of something,” said Harry. He had turned white. “We've got to go and see Hagrid, now.”
“Why?” panted Hermione, hurrying to keep up.
“Don't you think it's a bit odd,” said Harry, scrambling up the grassy slope, “that what Hagrid wants more than anything else is a dragon, and a stranger turns up who just happens to have an egg in his pocket? How many people wander around with dragon eggs if it's against wizard law? Lucky they found Hagrid, don't you think? Why didn't I see it before?”
“What are you talking about?” said Ron, but Harry, sprinting across the grounds toward the forest, didn't answer.
Hagrid was sitting in an armchair outside his house; his trousers and sleeves were rolled up, and he was shelling peas into a large bowl.
“Hullo,” he said, smiling. “Finished yer exams? Got time fer a drink?”
“Yes, please,” said Ron, but Harry cut him off.
“No, we're in a hurry. Hagrid, I've got to ask you something. You know that night you won Norbert? What did the stranger you were playing cards with look like?”
“Dunno,” said Hagrid casually, “he wouldn’ take his cloak off.”
He saw the three of them look stunned and raised his eyebrows.
“It's not that unusual, yeh get a lot o’ funny folk in the Hog's Head — that's the pub down in the village. Mighta bin a dragon dealer, mightn’ he? I never saw his face, he kept his hood up.”
Harry sank down next to the bowl of peas. “What did you talk to him about, Hagrid? Did you mention Hogwarts at all?”
“Mighta come up,” said Hagrid, frowning as he tried to remember. “Yeah… he asked what I did, an’ I told him I was gamekeeper here… He asked a bit about the sorta creatures I took after… so I told him… an’ I said what I'd always really wanted was a dragon… an’ then… I can’ remember too well, ‘cause he kept buyin’ me drinks… Let's see… yeah, then he said he had the dragon egg an’ we could play cards fer it if I wanted… but he had ter be sure I could handle it, he didn’ want it ter go ter any old home… So I told him, after Fluffy, a dragon would be easy…”
“And did he — did he seem interested in Fluffy?” Harry asked, trying to keep his voice calm.
“Well — yeah — how many three-headed dogs d'yeh meet, even around Hogwarts? So I told him, Fluffy's a piece o’ cake if yeh know how to calm him down, jus’ play him a bit o’ music an’ he'll go straight off ter sleep—”
Hagrid suddenly looked horrified.
“I shouldn'ta told yeh that!” he blurted out. “Forget I said it! Hey — where're yeh goin'?”
Harry, Ron, and Hermione didn't speak to each other at all until they came to a halt in the entrance hall, which seemed very cold and gloomy after the grounds.
“We've got to go to Dumbledore,” said Harry. “Hagrid told that stranger how to get past Fluffy, and it was either Snape or Voldemort under that cloak — it must've been easy, once he'd got Hagrid drunk. I just hope Dumbledore believes us. Firenze might back us up if Bane doesn't stop him. Where's Dumbledore's office?”
They looked around, as if hoping to see a sign pointing them in the right direction. They had never been told where Dumbledore lived, nor did they know anyone who had been sent to see him.
“We'll just have to — ” Harry began, but a voice suddenly rang across the hall.
“What are you three doing inside?”
It was Professor McGonagall, carrying a large pile of books.
“We want to see Professor Dumbledore,” said Hermione, rather bravely, Harry and Ron thought.
“See Professor Dumbledore?” Professor McGonagall repeated, as though this was a very fishy thing to want to do. “Why?”
Harry swallowed — now what?
“It's sort of secret,” he said, but he wished at once he hadn't, because Professor McGonagall's nostrils flared.
“Professor Dumbledore left ten minutes ago,” she said coldly. “He received an urgent owl from the Ministry of Magic and flew off for London at once.”
“He's gone ?” said Harry frantically. “Now?”
“Professor Dumbledore is a very great wizard, Potter, he has many demands on his time—”
“But this is important.”
“Something you have to say is more important than the Ministry of Magic, Potter?”
“Look,” said Harry, throwing caution to the winds, “Professor — it's about the Sorcerer's Stone—”
Whatever Professor McGonagall had expected, it wasn't that. The books she was carrying tumbled out of her arms, but she didn't pick them up.
“How do you know — ?” she spluttered.
“Professor, I think — I know — that Sn — that someone's going to try and steal the Stone. I've got to talk to Professor Dumbledore.”
She eyed him with a mixture of shock and suspicion.
“Professor Dumbledore will be back tomorrow,” she said finally. I don't know how you found out about the Stone, but rest assured, no one can possibly steal it, it's too well protected.”
“But Professor—”
“Potter, I know what I'm talking about,” she said shortly. She bent down and gathered up the fallen books. I suggest you all go back outside and enjoy the sunshine.”
But they didn't.
“It's tonight,” said Harry, once he was sure Professor McGonagall was out of earshot. “Snape's going through the trapdoor tonight. He's found out everything he needs, and now he's got Dumbledore out of the way. He sent that note, I bet the Ministry of Magic will get a real shock when Dumbledore turns up.”
“But what can we—”
Hermione gasped. Harry and Ron wheeled round.
Snape was standing there.
“Good afternoon,” he said smoothly.
They stared at him.
“You shouldn't be inside on a day like this,” he said, with an odd, twisted smile.
“We were — ” Harry began, without any idea what he was going to say.
“You want to be more careful,” said Snape. “Hanging around like this, people will think you're up to something. And Gryffindor really can't afford to lose any more points, can it?”
Harry flushed. They turned to go outside, but Snape called them back.
“Be warned, Potter — any more nighttime wanderings and I will personally make sure you are expelled. Good day to you.”
He strode off in the direction of the staffroom.
Out on the stone steps, Harry turned to the others.
“Right, here's what we've got to do,” he whispered urgently. “One of us has got to keep an eye on Snape — wait outside the staff room and follow him if he leaves it. Hermione, you'd better do that.”
“Why me?”
“It's obvious,” said Ron. “You can pretend to be waiting for Professor Flitwick, you know.” He put on a high voice, “'Oh Professor Flitwick, I'm so worried, I think I got question fourteen b wrong… ‘”
“Oh, shut up,” said Hermione, but she agreed to go and watch out for Snape.
“And we'd better stay outside the third-floor corridor,” Harry told Ron. “Come on.”
But that part of the plan didn't work. No sooner had they reached the door separating Fluffy from the rest of the school than Professor McGonagall turned up again and this time, she lost her temper.
“I suppose you think you're harder to get past than a pack of enchantments!” she stormed. “Enough of this nonsense! If I hear you've come anywhere near here again, I'll take another fifty points from Gryffindor! Yes, Weasley, from my own house!”
Harry and Ron went back to the common room, Harry had just said, “At least Hermione's on Snape's tail,” when the portrait of the Fat Lady swung open and Hermione came in.
“I'm sorry, Harry!” she wailed. “Snape came out and asked me what I was doing, so I said I was waiting for Flitwick, and Snape went to get him, and I've only just got away, I don't know where Snape went.”
“Well, that's it then, isn't it?” Harry said.
The other two stared at him. He was pale and his eyes were glittering.
“I'm going out of here tonight and I'm going to try and get to the Stone first.”
“You're mad!” said Ron.
“You can't!” said Hermione. “After what McGonagall and Snape have said? You'll be expelled!”
“SO WHAT” Harry shouted. “Don't you understand? If Snape gets hold of the Stone, Voldemort's coming back! Haven't you heard what it was like when he was trying to take over? There won't be any Hogwarts to get expelled from! He'll flatten it, or turn it into a school for the Dark Arts! Losing points doesn't matter anymore, can't you see? D'you think he'll leave you and your families alone if Gryffindor wins the house cup? If I get caught before I can get to the Stone, well, I'll have to go back to the Dursleys and wait for Voldemort to find me there, it's only dying a bit later than I would have, because I'm never going over to the Dark Side! I'm going through that trapdoor tonight and nothing you two say is going to stop me! Voldemort killed my parents, remember?”
He glared at them.
“You're right Harry,” said Hermione in a small voice.
“I'll use the invisibility cloak,” said Harry. “It's just lucky I got it back.”
“But will it cover all three of us?” said Ron.
“All — all three of us?”
“Oh, come off it, you don't think we'd let you go alone?”
“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…”
“But if we get caught, you two will be expelled, too.”
“Not if I can help it,” said Hermione grimly. “Flitwick told me in secret that I got a hundred and twelve percent on his exam. They're not throwing me out after that.”
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.
Slowly, the room emptied as people drifted off to bed.
“Better get the cloak,” Ron muttered, as Lee Jordan finally left, stretching and yawning. Harry ran upstairs to their dark dormitory. He pulled 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.
He ran back down to the common room.
“We'd better put the cloak on here, and make sure it covers all three of us - if Filch spots one of our feet wandering along on its own—”
“What are you doing?” said a voice from the corner of the room. Neville appeared from behind an armchair, clutching Trevor the toad, who looked as though he'd been making another bid for freedom.
“Nothing, Neville, nothing,” said Harry, hurriedly putting the cloak behind his back.
Neville stared at their guilty faces.
“You're going out again,” he said.
“No, no, no,” said Hermione. “No, we're not. Why don't you go to bed, Neville?”
Harry looked at the grandfather clock by the door. They couldn't afford to waste any more time, Snape might even now be playing Fluffy to sleep.
“You can't go out,” said Neville, “you'll be caught again. Gryffindor will be in even more trouble.”
“You don't understand,” said Harry, “this is important.”
But Neville was clearly steeling himself to do something desperate.
“I won't let you do it,” he said, hurrying to stand in front of the portrait hole. “I'll — I'll fight you!”
“Neville, “Ron exploded, “get away from that hole and don't be an idiot—”
“Don't you call me an idiot!” said Neville. I don't think you should be breaking any more rules! And you were the one who told me to stand up to people!”
“Yes, but not to us,” said Ron in exasperation. “Neville, you don't know what you're doing.”
He took a step forward and Neville dropped Trevor the toad, who leapt out of sight.
“Go on then, try and hit me!” said Neville, raising his fists. “I'm ready!”
Harry turned to Hermione.
“Do something,” he said desperately.
Hermione stepped forward.
“Neville,” she said, “I'm really, really sorry about this.”
She raised her wand.
“Petrificus Totalus!” she cried, pointing it at Neville.
Neville's arms snapped to his sides. His legs sprang together. His whole body rigid, he swayed where he stood and then fell flat on his face, stiff as a board.
Hermione ran to turn him over. Neville's jaws were jammed together so he couldn't speak. Only his eyes were moving, looking at them in horror.
“What've you done to him?” Harry whispered.
“It's the full Body-Bind,” said Hermione miserably. “Oh, Neville, I'm so sorry.”
“We had to, Neville, no time to explain,” said Harry.
“You'll understand later, Neville,” said Ron as they stepped over him and pulled on the invisibility cloak.
But leaving Neville lying motionless on the floor didn't feel like a very good omen. In their nervous state, every statue's shadow looked like Filch, every distant breath of wind sounded like Peeves swooping down on them. At the foot of the first set of stairs, they spotted Mrs. Norris skulking near the top.
“Oh, let's kick her, just this once,” Ron whispered in Harry's ear, but Harry shook his head. As they climbed carefully around her, Mrs. Norris turned her lamplike eyes on them, but didn't do anything.
They didn't meet anyone else until they reached the staircase up to the third floor. Peeves was bobbing halfway up, loosening the carpet so that people would trip.
“Who's there?” he said suddenly as they climbed toward him. He narrowed his wicked black eyes. “Know you're there, even if I can't see you. Are you ghoulie or ghostie or wee student beastie?”
He rose up in the air and floated there, squinting at them.
“Should call Filch, I should, if something's a-creeping around unseen.”
Harry had a sudden idea.
“Peeves,” he said, in a hoarse whisper, “the Bloody Baron has his own reasons for being invisible.”
Peeves almost fell out of the air in shock. He caught himself in time and hovered about a foot off the stairs.
“So sorry, your bloodiness, Mr. Baron, Sir,” he said greasily. “My mistake, my mistake — I didn't see you — of course I didn't, you're invisible — forgive old Peevsie his little joke, sir.”
“I have business here, Peeves,” croaked Harry. “Stay away from this place tonight.”
“I will, sir, I most certainly will,” said Peeves, rising up in the air again. “Hope your business goes well, Baron, I'll not bother you.”
And he scooted off.
“Brilliant, Harry!” whispered Ron.
A few seconds later, they were there, outside the third-floor corridor — and the door was already ajar.
“Well, there you are,” Harry said quietly, “Snape's already got past Fluffy.”
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.
“If you want to go back, I won't blame you,” he said. “You can take the cloak, I won't need it now.”
“Don't be stupid,” said Ron.
“We're coming,” said Hermione.
Harry pushed the door open.
As the door creaked, low, rumbling growls met their ears. All three of the dog's noses sniffed madly in their direction, even though it couldn't see them.
“What's that at its feet?” Hermione whispered.
“Looks like a harp,” said Ron. “Snape must have left it there.”
“It must wake up the moment you stop playing,” said Harry. “Well, here goes…”
He put Hagrid's flute to his lips and blew. It wasn't really a tune, but from the first note the beast's eyes began to droop. Harry hardly drew breath. Slowly, the dog's growls ceased — it tottered on its paws and fell to its knees, then it slumped to the ground, fast asleep.
“Keep playing,” Ron warned Harry as they slipped out of the cloak and crept toward the trapdoor. They could feel the dog's hot, smelly breath as they approached the giant heads. “I think we'll be able to pull the door open,” said Ron, peering over the dog's back. “Want to go first, Hermione?”
“No, I don't!”
“All right.” Ron gritted his teeth and stepped carefully over the dog's legs. He bent and pulled the ring of the trapdoor, which swung up and open.
“What can you see?” Hermione said anxiously.
“Nothing — just black — there's no way of climbing down, we'll just have to drop.”
Harry, who was still playing the flute, waved at Ron to get his attention and pointed at himself.
“You want to go first? Are you sure?” said Ron. “I don't know how deep this thing goes. Give the flute to Hermione so she can keep him asleep.”
Harry handed the flute over. In the few seconds’ silence, the dog growled and twitched, but the moment Hermione began to play, it fell back into its deep sleep.
Harry climbed over it and looked down through the trapdoor. There was no sign of the bottom.
He lowered himself through the hole until he was hanging on by his fingertips. Then he looked up at Ron and said, “If anything happens to me, don't follow. Go straight to the owlery and send Hedwig to Dumbledore, right?”
“Right,” said Ron.
“See you in a minute, I hope…”
And Harry let go. Cold, damp air rushed past him as he fell down, down, down and —
FLUMP. With a funny, muffled sort of thump he landed on something soft. He sat up and felt around, his eyes not used to the gloom. It felt as though he was sitting on some sort of plant.
“It's okay!” he called up to the light the size of a postage stamp, which was the open trapdoor, “it's a soft landing, you can jump!”
Ron followed right away. He landed, sprawled next to Harry.
“What's this stuff?” were his first words.
“Dunno, some sort of plant thing. I suppose it's here to break the fall. Come on, Hermione!”
The distant music stopped. There was a loud bark from the dog, but Hermione had already jumped. She landed on Harry's other side.
“We must be miles under the school,” she said.
“Lucky this plant thing's here, really,” said Ron.
“Lucky!” shrieked Hermione. “Look at you both!”
She leapt up and struggled toward a damp wall. She had to struggle because the moment she had landed, the plant had started to twist snakelike tendrils around her ankles. As for Harry and Ron, their legs had already been bound tightly in long creepers without their noticing.
Hermione had managed to free herself before the plant got a firm grip on her. Now she watched in horror as the two boys fought to pull the plant off them, but the more they strained against it, the tighter and faster the plant wound around them.
“Stop moving!” Hermione ordered them. “I know what this is — it's Devil's Snare!”
“Oh, I'm so glad we know what it's called, that's a great help,” snarled Ron, leaning back, trying to stop the plant from curling around his neck. “Shut up, I'm trying to remember how to kill it!” said Hermione.
“Well, hurry up, I can't breathe!” Harry gasped, wrestling with it as it curled around his chest.
“Devil's Snare, Devil's Snare… what did Professor Sprout say? — it likes the dark and the damp.”
“So light a fire!” Harry choked.
“Yes — of course — but there's no wood!” Hermione cried, wringing her hands.
“HAVE YOU GONE MAD?” Ron bellowed. “ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT?”
“Oh, right!” said Hermione, and she whipped out her wand, waved it, muttered something, and sent a jet of the same bluebell flames she had used on Snape at the plant. In a matter of seconds, the two boys felt it loosening its grip as it cringed away from the light and warmth. Wriggling and flailing, it unraveled itself from their bodies, and they were able to pull free.
“Lucky you pay attention in Herbology, Hermione,” said Harry as he joined her by the wall, wiping sweat off his face.
“Yeah,” said Ron, “and lucky Harry doesn't lose his head in a crisis — ‘there's no wood,’ honestly.”
“This way,” said Harry, pointing down a stone passageway, which was the only way forward.
All they could hear apart from their footsteps was the gentle drip of water trickling down the walls. The passageway sloped downward, and Harry was reminded of Gringotts. With an unpleasant jolt of the heart, he remembered the dragons said to be guarding vaults in the wizards’ bank. If they met a dragon, a fully-grown dragon — Norbert had been bad enough…
“Can you hear something?” Ron whispered.
Harry listened. A soft rustling and clinking seemed to be coming from up ahead.
“Do you think it's a ghost?”
“I don't know… sounds like wings to me.”
“There's light ahead — I can see something moving.”
They reached the end of the passageway and saw before them a brilliantly lit chamber, its ceiling arching high above them. It was full of small, jewel-bright birds, fluttering and tumbling all around the room. On the opposite side of the chamber was a heavy wooden door.
“Do you think they'll attack us if we cross the room?” said Ron.
“Probably,” said Harry. “They don't look very vicious, but I suppose if they all swooped down at once… well, there's no other choice… I'll run.”
He took a deep breath, covered his face with his arms, and sprinted across the room. He expected to feel sharp beaks and claws tearing at him any second, but nothing happened. He reached the door untouched. He pulled the handle, but it was locked.
The other two followed him. They tugged and heaved at the door, but it wouldn't budge, not even when Hermione tried her Alohomora charm.
“Now what?” said Ron.
“These birds… they can't be here just for decoration,” said Hermione.
They watched the birds soaring overhead, glittering — glittering ?
“They're not birds!” Harry said suddenly. “They're keys! Winged keys — look carefully. So that must mean… ” he looked around the chamber while the other two squinted up at the flock of keys. “… yes — look! Broomsticks! We've got to catch the key to the door!”
“But there are hundreds of them!”
Ron examined the lock on the door.
“We're looking for a big, old-fashioned one — probably silver, like the handle.”
They each seized a broomstick and kicked off into the air, soaring into the midst of the cloud of keys. They grabbed and snatched, but the bewitched keys darted and dived so quickly it was almost impossible to catch one.
Not for nothing, though, was Harry the youngest Seeker in a century. He had a knack for spotting things other people didn't. After a minute's weaving about through the whirl of rainbow feathers, he noticed a large silver key that had a bent wing, as if it had already been caught and stuffed roughly into the keyhole.
“That one!” he called to the others. “That big one — there — no, there — with bright blue wings — the feathers are all crumpled on one side.”
Ron went speeding in the direction that Harry was pointing, crashed into the ceiling, and nearly fell off his broom.
“We've got to close in on it!” Harry called, not taking his eyes off the key with the damaged wing. “Ron, you come at it from above — Hermione, stay below and stop it from going down and I'll try and catch it. Right, NOW!”
Ron dived, Hermione rocketed upward, the key dodged them both, and Harry streaked after it; it sped toward the wall, Harry leaned forward and with a nasty, crunching noise, pinned it against the stone with one hand. Ron and Hermione's cheers echoed around the high chamber.
They landed quickly, and Harry ran to the door, the key struggling in his hand. He rammed it into the lock and turned - it worked. The moment the lock had clicked open, the key took flight again, looking very battered now that it had been caught twice.
“Ready?” Harry asked the other two, his hand on the door handle. They nodded. He pulled the door open.
The next chamber was so dark they couldn't see anything at all. But as they stepped into it, light suddenly flooded the room to reveal an astonishing sight.
They were standing on the edge of a huge chessboard, behind the black chessmen, which were all taller than they were and carved from what looked like black stone. Facing them, way across the chamber, were the white pieces. Harry, Ron and Hermione shivered slightly - the towering white chessmen had no faces.
“Now what do we do?” Harry whispered.
“It's obvious, isn't it?” said Ron. “We've got to play our way across the room.”
Behind the white pieces they could see another door.
“How?” said Hermione nervously.
“I think,” said Ron, “we're going to have to be chessmen.”
He walked up to a black knight and put his hand out to touch the knight's horse. At once, the stone sprang to life. The horse pawed the ground and the knight turned his helmeted head to look down at Ron.
“Do we — er — have to join you to get across?” The black knight nodded. Ron turned to the other two.
“This needs thinking about… ” he said. “I suppose we've got to take the place of three of the black pieces…”
Harry and Hermione stayed quiet, watching Ron think. Finally he said, “Now, don't be offended or anything, but neither of you are that good at chess—”
“We're not offended,” said Harry quickly. “Just tell us what to do.”
“Well, Harry, you take the place of that bishop, and Hermione, you next to him instead of that castle.”
“What about you?”
“I'm going to be a knight,” said Ron.
The chessmen seemed to have been listening, because at these words a knight, a bishop, and a castle turned their backs on the white pieces and walked off the board, leaving three empty squares that Harry, Ron, and Hermione took.
“White always plays first in chess,” said Ron, peering across the board. “Yes… look…”
A white pawn had moved forward two squares.
Ron started to direct the black pieces. They moved silently wherever he sent them. Harry's knees were trembling. What if they lost?
“Harry — move diagonally four squares to the right.”
Their first real shock came when their other knight was taken. The white queen smashed him to the floor and dragged him off the board, where he lay quite still, facedown.
“Had to let that happen,” said Ron, looking shaken. “Leaves you free to take that bishop, Hermione, go on.”
Every time one of their men was lost, the white pieces showed no mercy. Soon there was a huddle of limp black players slumped along the wall. Twice, Ron only just noticed in time that Harry and Hermione were in danger. He himself darted around the board, taking almost as many white pieces as they had lost black ones.
“We're nearly there,” he muttered suddenly. “Let me think — let me think…”
The white queen turned her blank face toward him.
“Yes… ” said Ron softly, “It's the only way… I've got to be taken.”
“NO!” Harry and Hermione shouted.
“That's chess!” snapped Ron. “You've got to make some sacrifices! I take one step forward and she'll take me — that leaves you free to checkmate the king, Harry!”
“But—”
“Do you want to stop Snape or not?”
“Ron—”
“Look, if you don't hurry up, he'll already have the Stone!”
There was no alternative.
“Ready?” Ron called, his face pale but determined. “Here I go — now, don't hang around once you've won.”
He stepped forward, and the white queen pounced. She struck Ron hard across the head with her stone arm, and he crashed to the floor — Hermione screamed but stayed on her square — the white queen dragged Ron to one side. He looked as if he'd been knocked out.
Shaking, Harry moved three spaces to the left.
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.
“What if he's — ?”
“He'll be all right,” said Harry, trying to convince himself. “What do you reckon's next?”
“We've had Sprout's, that was the Devil's Snare; Flitwick must've put charms on the keys; McGonagall transfigured the chessmen to make them alive; that leaves Quirrell's spell, and Snape's.”
They had reached another door.
“All right?” Harry whispered.
“Go on.”
Harry pushed it open.
A disgusting smell filled their nostrils, making both of them pull their robes up over their noses. Eyes watering, they saw, flat on the floor in front of them, a troll even larger than the one they had tackled, out cold with a bloody lump on its head.
“I'm glad we didn't have to fight that one,” Harry whispered as they stepped carefully over one of its massive legs. “Come on, I can't breathe.”
He pulled open the next door, both of them hardly daring to look at what came next — but there was nothing very frightening in here, just a table with seven differently shaped bottles standing on it in a line.
“Snape's,” said Harry. “What do we have to do?”
They stepped over the threshold, and immediately a fire sprang up behind them in the doorway. It wasn't ordinary fire either; it was purple. At the same instant, black flames shot up in the doorway leading onward. They were trapped.
“Look!” Hermione seized a roll of paper lying next to the bottles. Harry looked over her shoulder to read it:
Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind,
Two of us will help you, which ever you would find,
One among us seven will let you move ahead,
Another will transport the drinker back instead,
Two among our number hold only nettle wine,
Three of us are killers, waiting bidden in line.
Choose, unless you wish to stay here forevermore,
To help you in your choice, we give you these clues four:
First, however slyly the poison tries to hide
You will always find some on nettle wine's left side;
Second, different are those who stand at either end,
But if you would move onward, neither is your friend;
Third, as you see clearly, all are different size,
Neither dwarf nor giant holds death in their insides;
Fourth, the second left and the second on the right
Are twins once you taste them, though different at first sight.
Hermione let out a great sigh and Harry, amazed, saw that she was smiling, the very last thing he felt like doing.
“Brilliant,” said Hermione. “This isn't magic — it's logic — a puzzle. A lot of the greatest wizards haven't got an ounce of logic, they'd be stuck in here forever.”
“But so will we, won't we?”
“Of course not,” said Hermione. “Everything we need is here on this paper. Seven bottles: three are poison; two are wine; one will get us safely through the black fire, and one will get us back through the purple.”
“But how do we know which to drink?”
“Give me a minute.”
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.
“Got it,” she said. “The smallest bottle will get us through the black fire — toward the Stone.”
Harry looked at the tiny bottle.
“There's only enough there for one of us,” he said. “That's hardly one swallow.”
They looked at each other.
“Which one will get you back through the purple flames?”
Hermione pointed at a rounded bottle at the right end of the line.
“You drink that,” said Harry. “No, listen, get back and get Ron. Grab brooms from the flying-key room, they'll get you out of the trapdoor and past Fluffy — go straight to the owlery and send Hedwig to Dumbledore, we need him. I might be able to hold Snape off for a while, but I'm no match for him, really.”
“But Harry — what if You-Know-Who's with him?”
“Well — I was lucky once, wasn't I?” said Harry, pointing at his scar. “I might get lucky again.”
Hermione's lip trembled, and she suddenly dashed at Harry and threw her arms around him.
“Hermione!”
“Harry — you're a great wizard, you know.”
“I'm not as good as you,” said Harry, very embarrassed, as she let go of him.
“Me!” said Hermione. “Books! And cleverness! There are more important things — friendship and bravery and — oh Harry — be careful!”
“You drink first,” said Harry. “You are sure which is which, aren't you?”
“Positive,” said Hermione. She took a long drink from the round bottle at the end, and shuddered.
“It's not poison?” said Harry anxiously.
“No — but it's like ice.”
“Quick, go, before it wears off.”
“Good luck — take care.”
“GO!
Hermione turned and walked straight through the purple fire.
Harry took a deep breath and picked up the smallest bottle. He turned to face the black flames.
“Here I come,” he said, and he drained the little bottle in one gulp.
It was indeed as though ice was flooding his body. He put the bottle down and walked forward; he braced himself, saw the black flames licking his body, but couldn't feel them — for a moment he could see nothing but dark fire — then he was on the other side, in the last chamber.
There was already someone there — but it wasn't Snape. It wasn't even Voldemort.
之后的很多天，哈利还是记不起他当时是怎样在一边害怕福尔得摩特随时破门而入的状态下，一边应付考试的。但日子还是一天一天地过，而弗拉菲也都确确实实还是活生生地被关在那扇上锁的门后面守卫着。
这天简直热得发昏，尤其是在他们考试的大教室里。他们必须用发下来的特制的羽毛笔来写，因为这些笔已经被施了魔咒用来防止作弊的。
他们还要考应用测试。那就是费立维克教授把他们一个接一个地叫进教室，考他们能不能令一个波萝跳着踢踏舞经过一张桌子。
而麦康娜教授就让他们把一只老鼠变成一个鼻烟壶，变得越漂亮，分数越高，但变得不像就要扣分。到史纳皮考他们的时候，人人都紧张死了，他们要努力地回忆起怎样制造一种健忘药，想得眼都直了。
哈利尽力地应付，试着去忽略自从那晚从森林里出来就一直折磨着他的前额的刺痛。尼维尔觉得哈利肯定是得了考试紧张症，因为他经常失眠。而事实上是哈利总是被那个以前常做的恶梦惊醒，推一不同的是这个梦比以前更恐怖了，因为梦中又多了一个罩着斗篷，嘴角淌血的恐怖影子。
或者是罗恩和荷米恩没有亲眼目睹哈利在森林里见到的一切吧，又或者是他们的前额不像哈利那样火辣辣地刺痛吧，总之他们俩没有像哈利那样担心那块石头。
福尔得摩特固然令他们害怕，但他也不再经常出现在他们梦中了。况且，他们的复习实在太忙了，根本没有太多时间去理会史纳皮或其他人干些什么。
他们最后一门考试是巫术的历史，要用一个小时来回答关于一个发明了大汽锅的古怪的老巫师的问题。然后，他们将会有一个礼拜的空闲时间来等候考试结果公布。当那位鬼魅般的宾西教授叫他们放下羽毛笔和交上试卷时，哈利也忍不住和其他学生一齐欢呼起来。
当他们几个涌出教室，荷米恩忍不住说："这次考试比我想象中要简单得多了，早知如此我就不用温习《1637年狼人管理法案》和《精灵叛乱事件始末》这几章了。
荷米恩本来最喜欢在考完试后对答案的，但罗恩却说这样做会令他觉得不舒服，于是他们三个就一直游荡到湖边，并在一棵树下坐了下来。在那儿，威斯里家的双胞兄弟和李。乔丹正在技弄一只正在晒太阳的大王乌贼的触爪。
"终于不用再温习了！"罗恩愉快地松了口气，在草地上伸开四肢，说，"哈利，你可以显得更开心些的。我们有整整一个礼拜来等考试结果呢！现在还不用我们担心。"哈利正在擦着前额。"我倒希望知道这是什么意思！"他生气地大叫，"我的前额一直在作痛。以前它也痛过，但从来没试过象现在这样经常发作。""你到波姆弗雷夫人那里看看吧。"荷米思建议他。
"我想这不是病，这只是一种暗示，暗示着危险就要来临了。"哈利说。
罗恩懒洋洋地不愿起来——天气实在太闷热了。
"哈利，放松一点吧。荷术思说得对，只要那块石头附近有丹伯多，就肯定安全的。而且，我们根本就没有什么证据证明，史纲皮已经找到了通过弗拉菲这一关的方法。上次他差点被弗拉菲撕断了腿，我想短时间内他是不会再多次冒险的。"哈利点了点头，但有一个念头却在脑中无论如何也赶不走：我一定忘记了做一件事，而且是非常重要的事。当他试着跟他们解释这种感觉时，荷米恩说："这都是因为考试。昨晚我醒过来去温习易咨术的笔记，温到一半才记起这科已经考完了。"但哈利很清楚地知道这种不踏实的感觉并不是因为考试带来似。他抬头望见一只猫头鹰口里衔着一张便条振翅飞向学校的方向。只有哈格力曾给他写过信。而哈格力绝不会出卖丹伯多的，他绝不会告诉任何人如何过弗拉菲这一关的，绝不会…
…滁非——想到这，哈利忽然跳了起来。
"你要去哪儿呀！"罗思睡眼朦胧地问。
"我刚刚想到一件事，"哈利脸都吓白了，"现在，我们快去找哈格力！""为什么呢？"荷米恩一边爬起身，一边气喘吁吁地问。
"你不觉得有点古怪吗？"哈利吃力地爬上草坡，一边解释。
"哈格力最想要的就是一只龙蛋，而一个陌生人正巧口袋里带着一只龙蛋出现。
如果一般巫师都不会接近龙蛋的话，他又怎会带着一只龙蛋到处游荡呢。他们从很远的地方来，轻而易举就找到了哈格力，对吗？唉，为什么之前我没想到这些呢？"罗恩忍不住问："你究竟在搞什么鬼？"但哈利只是一个劲地向森林里走，没有答他。
哈格力正坐在房子外的一张长椅上往一个大碗里剥碗豆，裤管和衣袖挽得高高的。
"你们好，"他微笑着问，"考完试了吗？有时间来一杯吧！""好吧，谢谢你，"罗恩答，但马上被哈利打断了。"不用了，我们赶时间。
哈格力，我是来问你一些事的。你还记得你赢了诺贝的那一晚吗？那个和你打牌的人长得怎么样的？""不知道，"哈格力很悠闲地说，"他不肯除下面罩。"但见到他们几个看起来吃惊的样子，他扬起了眼眉。"其实这事一点也不奇怪。那时我们是在那间乡村酒店里，有人对霍格瓦彻感兴趣是很寻常的。或者他是一个龙商呢，不过他一直蒙着脸，我没见到他的样子。"哈利一下子跃坐在豌豆碗旁边。"那你究竟对他说了些什么，你把霍格瓦彻里的事全告诉他了吗？""让我想想看，"哈格力皱起眉头回忆着，"是了，他问我是干什么的，我告诉他我是个猎场看守……他问了我照看的几种动物的情况，我都全部告诉了他，然后，我说我非常想有一条龙……接着，他提出如果我真想要的话，他有一只龙蛋，只要我和他打牌，就可……可是他要我保证，我会处理好那只蛋，不能只是放在一边环掉……于是我告诉他，有弗拉菲在，要孵化那只蛋就不成问题。""于是，他对弗拉菲很感兴趣，对吧？"哈利说，努力地使自己的声音镇静一点。
"嗯，是这样的——你想即使是在霍格瓦彻，你能找到几只三头犬呢？于是我告诉他，其实弗拉菲一点也不算什么，只要你给它奏一首音乐，它就会乖乖地睡过去——"哈格力忽然变得惊恐万分。
"我不应该把这些告诉你的！"他不假思索地说："忘记我刚才说的话吧！喂，你们几个要去哪里？"可哈利、罗恩和荷米恩谁也不想再说什么，就这样一直走到大堂才停了下来。
现在大堂里少了一大群用功的学生，显得格外阴森。
"我们现在一定得去找丹伯多。"荷米思说，"那个藏在面罩后面的人不是史纳皮就是福尔得摩特了，只要他把哈格力灌醉，的确是很容易就问出破解弗拉菲的方法的。现在只希望丹伯多会相信我们。当初假如没有班尼阻止的话，佛罗伦斯或者会为我们作证的。
是了，丹伯多的办公室到底在哪里呢？"
他们站在那儿四处张望，好像等待着一个什么信号来指引他们似的。愿来从来没有人告诉过他们丹伯多住在哪儿，也没有见到过有什么人曾经被丹伯多叫去办公室。
"看来，我们唯有——"哈利刚刚开口，外面就传来一个人的说话声打断了他。
"你们三个在里面干什么？"来的是捧着一大堆书的麦康娜教授。
"我们想见一下丹伯多教授。"出乎哈利和罗恩的意料，荷米恩很勇敢地回答。
"见丹伯多教授？"麦康娜重复，好像这是一件非常可疑的事一样。"为了什么事？"哈利吞了一口唾液，怎么说才好呢？
"这是个秘密。"但他刚说完就后悔了，因为麦康娜教授一听见是秘密就从鼻孔里喷了一口气。
"丹伯多教授刚在十分钟前走了，"她冷冷地说，"他刚刚收到一封猫头鹰送来的紧急通知，现在赶了去伦敦的巫术总部。""他走了！"哈利绝望地问，"真的走了？"
"波特，丹伯多教授是个很伟大的巫师，他有很多重要的事务要处理的。""但这件事是非常重大的！"
"难道你说的大事比巫术总部还要重要吗？"
"瞧，教授，"哈利开始留意吹过来的风了。"这事是和点金石有关的——"麦康娜教授无论如何也想不到他会说到这事上面的，吃惊得连手中的书本全都掉在地上了。但她没有马上捡起来。
"你们是怎么知道——？"她气急败坏地问。
"教授，我想——我知道——史纳皮——有人要来偷那块石头。
我一定得把这件事跟丹伯多教授说。"她既震惊又怀疑地盯着哈利。"丹伯多教授明天才会回来，"她终于肯说了，"我不知道你们是怎么知道那块石头的事的，但可以肯定，没有人可以偷到那块石头，它被保护得非常严密。""但是，教授——"
"波特，我非常清楚自己在说什么，"她简短地说，然后俯身去抬起地上的书，"我建议你们几个还是到外面晒晒太阳吧！"但他们却没有动。"就在今晚，"一等他确定麦康娜不会听到他们说话，哈利马上说，"史纳皮会通过关卡，找到他想要的东西。
现在丹伯多已经奈何不了他了，我敢打赌一定是他冒充巫术总会给丹伯多送那张纸条来把他调开的。""那我们应该——"荷米恩停住了，因为哈利和罗恩都转过身来——史纳皮正站在面前。
"下午好，"他沉着地说。见他们瞪着自己，他又说："这样的好天气，你们不应该呆在屋里。"说完，挤了一个古怪、别扭的笑容出来。
"我们要——"哈利说，但自己也不知道要说些什么好。
"你们一定要小心一点了，"史纳皮说，"像现在这样四处游荡，别人又会认为你们要做什么坏事了。而格林芬顿已经不可能再丢分了，对吗？"哈利脸红了。他们正要走出去，史纳皮却叫住他们。
"波特，警觉点——我个人敢保证，你再在夜间游荡的话，一定会被开除的。
再见！"说完，他头也不回地向职员办公室大步走去。
在外面的阶梯上，哈利面对他的两个伙伴急切地低声说："来，我们分工合作。
一个人去监视住史纳皮——就在职员办公室外面等着就可以了，他一离开就马上跟着他。荷米恩，你来吧！""为什么是我？"
"其实很简单，你可以装作在等费立维克教授的样子。"他提高嗓门，"噢，费立维克教授，我担心死了，我想我把第十四题做错了。""好了！住嘴。"荷米恩喝住他，但她还是同意监视史纳皮。
"我们现在就到三楼楼梯外边。"哈利对罗恩说。"快点！"但他们这部分计划却实现不了。他们刚刚来到关住弗拉菲的那扇门前的时候，麦康娜教授又出现了，这次，她开始发脾气了。
"我想你们一定认为自己比复杂的魔法更难对付吧？好了，我受够了。你们再敢走近这儿的话，我定要从格林芬顿队扣50分！"哈利和罗恩只好悻悻地回到自己的房间。哈利刚刚说了句，"幸好，我们还有荷米恩在盯着史纳皮……"就见到荷米恩推门走了进来。
"对不起，哈利！"她伤心地说。"史纳皮走出来问我在干什么，我告诉他在等费立维克，谁知他走了进去把费立维克找了出来。所以我唯有走了。我实在不知道史纳皮去了哪里了。""好了，我们只有这样了。"哈利苦笑。
另外两人望着他，只见他脸色苍白，但眼睛在闪闪发光。"我今晚就要出去，一定要赶在史纳皮之前得到那块石头。""你疯了！"罗恩叫。
"你不可以！你忘了刚才麦康娜和史纳皮怎么说吗？你会被赶出学校的！"荷米思反对。
"那又怎样？"哈利大叫。"你还不明白吗？一旦史纳皮得到那块石头，福尔得摩特就会回来了！你们不是听说过他回来后会发生什么吗？到时再没有霍格瓦彻可以开除我了！他一定会毁了它，或者把它变为一间藏污纳垢的学校。丢分已经不再重要了，难道你没有想过，就算格林芬顿赢得了豪斯杯，他就不会为难你或你的家人吗？如果我在得到那块石头之前被捉住了，我就会回到杜斯利家，等福尔得摩特来找我。其实我只是提前了一点做这件事罢了，因为我是不会向恶势力屈服的！
我今晚就会去闯那道关卡，你们俩别再劝我了，福尔得摩特杀了我的父母亲，难道你们忘了？"他凝视着他们，不再说话了。
"你是对的，哈利。"荷米恩小声地说。
"我会用上那件隐形披风的，"哈利说，"还好，我刚刚又重新得到了它。""但它会遮得住我们三个人吗？"罗恩问。
"我们三个人？"
"噢，别傻了。你认为我俩会让你一个人去冒险吗？""当然不会了，"荷米恩调皮地说，"你觉得没有我们你会找到那块石头吗？
我还要去浏览一下书本，或者可以找到一些有用的东西呢！""但是如果我们被抓住的话，连你们俩也会被赶出学校的。""不会的，"荷米恩轻松地说。"费立维克偷偷地告诉我，我在他那门考试里拿了120分。我想那样他们就不会赶我走了。"吃完晚饭，他们三个紧张地分开坐在公共休息室里。没有人来打扰他们，因为在格林芬顿里已经没人愿意跟哈利说话了。而今晚是他唯一觉得受冷落反而好一点的一晚。荷米恩在忙碌地创览着她的笔记，希望能从中找到一些他们会用到或需要破解的巫法。哈利和罗恩很少说话，因为两个人都在盘算着他们应该做什么。
慢慢地，人们都逐渐上床睡觉了，课室里空了起来。
"现在应该拿隐形披风了，"当李。乔丹终于也走了后，罗恩伸了个懒腰，打了个呵欠说。于是哈利跑上他们黑暗的宿舍。他刚取出隐形披风，就发现了哈格力送给他作圣诞节礼物的笛子了。于是把它放入了口袋——他可不想唱歌来对付弗拉菲呢。
他跑下来，回到公共休息室。
"我们最好现在就试一下，看它能不能盖得住我们三个。要是费驰看出我们的脚在他的身边移动的话——""你们三个在干什么？"角落里有声音问。然后紧紧握着他那只宝贝蜡殊的尼维尔从一张扶椅后站了起来，他看来好像已下定决心为自由再作一次斗争了。
"没事，尼维尔，没什么。"哈利说着，忙把隐形披风藏在身后。
尼维尔望着他们惊慌的脸孔，"你们又要偷偷跑出去了。"他判断。
"不，不，我们怎么会呢？"荷术恩说，"你为什么还不睡觉呢，尼维尔？"哈利抬头看了看墙上的老爷钟——他们不可以浪费更多时间了！现在尼奈普可能在弄弗拉菲入睡呢！
"你们不可以出去，"尼维尔说，"你们一定会被抓住的，到时候格林芬顿会有更多麻烦了。""你不会明白的，"哈利说，"这事非常重要！"但尼维尔显然已经决定不顾一切地采取某些行动了。"我们不会让你们那样做的！"他说看，一个箭步冲到门口挡住他们。"我会——我会阻止你们的！""尼维尔，"罗恩被气火了，"快点走开，别再像个白痴般——""你竟然喊我白痴！"尼维尔气愤极了。"我希望你们别再违反学校规章了！
因为你们，我已经成为大家的敌人了。"
"是的，但不是我们的敌人，"罗恩狂怒地说，"尼维尔，你简直不知道自己正在做什么！"他说完后，向前走了一步，吓得尼维尔一下子放开了那只蟾蜍，它一眨眼就跳走了。
"那么你们试试看吧！"尼维尔举起拳头，"打我吧，我已经准备好了。"哈利转向荷米恩，生气地叫她："行动吧！"荷米恩向前走了一步。"尼维尔，我真是非常、非常抱歉。"她说着，举起魔杖喊："达瑞弗可斯特陀勒斯！"魔杖接着一指尼维尔。
尼维尔的手臂马上垂了下来，两腿并在一起，整个身体忽然僵硬起来，然后面孔朝下地摔了下去，像一块木板倒下一样。
荷米恩跑过去把他身体翻过来。尼维尔的下巴合在一块，所以不能再说话了，只是他的眼睛还在动，惊恐地看着他们。
"你对他做了什么手脚？"哈利低声问。
"'这叫"全身束缚术"。'荷米恩可怜巴巴地说，"噢，尼维尔，我实在太抱歉了！""我们不得不这样，尼维尔，实在没有时间解释了。"哈利说。
"你迟早会明白的，尼维尔。"罗恩在他们穿上隐形技风，从尼维尔身上跨过时说。
但让尼维尔一动不动地躺在地上，对他们来说始终不是一个好预兆。在这种紧张的状态下，每一个遇到的影子都像是费驰，而每一下远处的风声都像是皮维斯向他们扑来。
在第一层楼梯口，他们看见了诺丽丝夫人懒洋洋地缩在最上面那级楼梯。
"噢！让我跟她一下，只是一下！"罗恩在哈利耳朵旁低声央求，但哈利摇了摇头。当他们从她身旁小心翼翼地爬上去时，诺丽丝那双像灯笼一样的眼睛移到他们身上，但什么事也没有发生。
一直到第二层的楼梯间，他们才又遇到第二个人：皮维斯正蹦蹦跳跳地爬上楼梯，一面兴高彩烈地扯松楼梯上的毯子，想害别人绊倒。
"谁在那儿？"当他们向他爬去时，他突然大喝了一声。然后，他眯着那双凶恶的黑眼睛，说，"别以为我看不见你，就不知道你在哪儿。你究竟是鬼，幽灵，还是我们的捣蛋学生？"然后他在空中站直了身体，飘在半空斜着眼盯着他们。
"我会叫费驰来的，既然有这样看不见的东西在地上乱爬。"哈利忽然想出了办法。"皮维斯，"他沙哑着嗓子低声说，"巴伦自然有他不现身的理由的。"皮维斯几乎吓得从半空中掉了下来。他总算及时稳住了身体，又马上从梯阶旁弹开了一尺左右。
"对不起，尊敬的公爵，巴伦先生，"他低声下气地说，"是我的错，我该死！
我看不见你——我当然看不见了，你是看不见的——原谅可怜的老皮维斯的过错吧，尊敬的先生。""我今晚在这有事，皮维斯，所以你今晚别留在这儿。"哈利嘶哑着声音说。
"好的，先生，我非常乐意这样做，"说着皮维斯又升到空中。
"巴伦，希望你办事顺利吧，我不打扰你了。"然后他立即飞走了。
"你真厉害，哈利！"罗恩低声说。
不一会，他们就到了三楼楼梯——那扇门竟然已是半开着了。
"好家伙，他已经到了，"哈利悄声说，"看来史纳皮已经制伏弗拉菲了。"然而开着的门却使他们更真切地意识到即将面对的一切。于是在隐形技风下，哈利转向他们两个，说，"如果你们现在要回去的话，我是不会怪你们的。你们可以把隐形技风穿走，现在我已经用不上它了。""别傻了！"罗恩答。
"我们要跟你一起。"荷米恩说。
哈利推开了门。门刚吱嘎地打开，他们就听到一阵隆隆的低哮声了。虽然看不见他们，那条狗的三个鼻子却不停地朝他们那个方向嗅着。
"它脚下的是什么？'"荷米恩低声问。
"看起来像是一个竖琴，"罗恩答，"一定是史纳皮把它留在这儿的。""它一定是在停止奏乐的时候就会醒过来的，"哈利说，"那么，让我来……"他举起哈格力的笛子，开始吹起来。事实上，他吹得根本就不成调，但从第一声音乐响起，那只狗的眼皮就开始垂了下来。哈利几乎连气也没有换地吹着。慢慢地，那只狗的咆哮声停了下来，它摇摇晃晃地跪在地上，然后猛地倒下，在地上睡熟了。
"继续吹！"在他们从隐形披风中溜出来，向地板门爬去时，罗恩提醒哈利。
他们已经爬到那只狗巨大的头旁边，甚至可以感受到它热乎乎臭熏熏的气息了。
"我想我们可以把门拉开了，"罗恩凝视着狗背，说，"荷米恩，想不想第一个过去？""不，我不想！"
"那好吧。"罗恩咬了咬牙，小心翼翼地跨过那条狗的腿，然后弯下腰拉了拉门环，门晃了一晃就打开了。
"你看到什么了？"荷米恩紧张地问。
"没有，只是一片漆黑——看来没路下去的，我们只有跳下去了。"正在吹笛的哈利这时向罗恩挥了挥手让他望过来，然后指了指自己。
"你想第一个下去？你肯定吗？"罗恩问。"我实在看不出这洞有多深呢。那么把笛子给荷米恩吧，让她吹着，别让狗醒来。"哈利就把笛子递了给荷米恩。可是在那几秒钟的空隙里，那条狗又开始扭动并狂吠了起来，吓得荷米恩马上使劲地吹，于是它又熟睡了。
哈利跨过它，从地洞口往里边望，竟然看不到底！他用手指紧紧攀住地面探身下去，然后身体凌空地对罗恩说："如果我有什么事的话，你们千万别跟着来。马上去猫头鹰之家，找海维送信给丹伯多，知道没有？""知道了。"罗恩说。
"我希望等会儿还可以见到你……"
说完哈利就跳了下去，一阵又湿又冷的空气立即向他扑来，而他只是不停地往下掉，往下掉——到底了！随着一声奇怪的、沉闷的声音，他落到一个软软的东西上面。由于他的眼睛还没有适应这里的幽暗，他就用手四处摸索了一下，发现自己竟然像是坐在一棵不知什么植物的上面。
"没事的！"他抬头对着已经变得像邮票般大小的地洞口大声叫。"你们可以跳下来的，这块地很软。"罗恩跟着跳了下来，正好落在哈利身边。"这是什么东西？"他一下来马上问。
"我也不知道，是一种植物吧。我想是放在这儿减轻下坠力的。"哈利答道。然后大叫，"荷米恩快下来吧！"远处的笛声马上停了下来。然后那条狗狂叫了一声，可是荷米恩已经跳了下去。
她落在哈利的另一边。
"我们现在一定在学校地下好几里远了。"荷米恩说。
"幸好有这棵东西在这接住。"罗恩高兴地说。
"不好！"荷米恩突然尖叫起来。"你们快看看自己！"她跳了起来，拼命地要靠近那堵湿墙。她不断地挣扎，因为从她一落下来起，那棵东西就伸出象蛇一样扭动着的卷须缠住她的脚踝。而哈利和罗恩早已经不知不觉地被卷须爬上了身上，双腿被缠得结结实实了。
荷米恩终于在趁着卷须紧紧抓住她之前挣脱了。现在她恐惧地看着他们两个在拼命挣扎，可他们越挣扎，那些爪缠得越紧，越快。
"别再动了！"荷米恩命令他们。"我知道这是什么了，这叫'魔鬼的罗网'！""太好了，我们知道它是什么，那样要挣脱它就容易多了。"罗恩一边叫骂，一边向后靠，以免被它缠上脖子。
"闭嘴，我在想着如何杀死它！"荷米恩说。
"嘿，快一点，我快喘不过气来了！"哈利上气不接下气地喊。
同时拼命挣扎，看来魔爪已经缠住了他胸口。
"魔鬼的罗网，魔鬼的罗网……史普露教授说了些什么呢？对了，它喜欢潮湿和黑暗——""那么快点火！"哈利听到这儿，忍不住大叫——他已经快被缠死了。
"对！但现在没木柴呀。"荷米恩绞着手，快要急哭了。
"你傻了吗？"罗恩咆哮。"你学巫术来干什么的？""噢，对了！"荷米恩恍然大悟。她抽出魔杖，口中念念有词地挥舞着，然后喷出了一串像蓝铃花般的火焰，向那棵东西射去。不过几秒钟，那两个男孩就被松开了，同时那些爪也好像被光和热吓着了，蠕动着、挥舞着退下了。
"真幸运，荷米恩，你竟然有听植物学课。"哈利一边说，一边靠在墙上，不停擦汗。
"是呀，"罗恩笑着说，"幸好哈利没有在危急中昏了头——'现在没有柴'，确实如此！""走这边。"哈利指着一条看来是唯一入口的走廊说。
除了他们的脚步声，他们能听到的就是水顺着墙往下滴的声音。走了不远就是下坡路了，这使哈利想起格林高斯。忽然他的心狂跳起来，因为记起自己曾听说过的，巫师的地下室一般是有龙护卫的。要是他们遇到一条大龙的话——其实就算是诺贝特已够他们受了。
"你有没有听到什么？"罗恩低声问。
哈利认真地听。一阵轻轻的，好像从上面传过来的声音沙沙地响着。
"你觉得会不会是鬼？"
"我不知道……我听到像是翅膀拍动的声音。""前面有光！我见到有东西在动。"
他们走到走廊尽头，发现前面是一间亮堂堂的房间，房顶高高地拱起，里面全是一些像宝石般发亮的小鸟，在不停地拍着翅膀飞舞着。房间后面是一扇又厚又实的木门。
"你说我们穿过房间时，那些鸟会不会攻击我们呢？"罗恩问。
"可能会的，"哈利说。"虽然它们看起来没有恶意，但如果一齐扑下来的话……噢，我们就无法抵抗了……我要跑过去了。"他深呼吸一下，用手臂护住面部全速冲进了房间。他随时都准备着有尖嘴啄他或者利爪抓他，可是什么事也没有发生。他安全地到了那扇门前，用手一拉，发现是锁上的。
另外两个人也跟着过去了，他们用力地又拖又推，可那扇门纹丝不动，就连荷米恩的魔杖也不管用
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