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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.
It was one of those rare occasions when the true story is even more strange and exciting than the wild rumors. Harry told them everything: Quirrell; the mirror; the Stone; and Voldemort. Ron and Hermione were a very good audience; they gasped in all the right places, and when Harry told them what was under Quirrell's turban, Hermione screamed out loud.
Malfoy didn't move. He looked at Hagrid furiously, but then dropped his gaze.
"The Sorcerer's Stone! Of course -- the Elixir of Life! But I don't understand who --"
Fortunately, Dumbledore arrived moments later. The babble died away.
"You're going out again," he said.
"Second -- to Miss Hermione Granger... for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor house fifty points."
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...
"Look," said Harry, throwing caution to the winds, "Professor -- it's about the Sorcerer's tone --"
"Look, if you don't hurry up, he'll already have the Stone!"
"Always the innocent are the first victims," he said. "So it has been for ages past, so it is now."
He blinked again. The smiling face of Albus Dumbledore swam into view above him.
He tried to edge to the left, to get in front of the glass without Quirrell noticing, but the ropes around his ankles were too tight: he tripped and fell over. Quirrell ignored him. He was still talking to himself. "What does this mirror do? How does it work? Help me, Master!"
"We're looking for a big, old-fashioned one -- probably silver, like the handle."
When Harry pulled back his sheets, he found his invisibility cloak folded neatly underneath them. There was a note pinned to it: