Harry Potter - The Philosopher's Stone

THE FORIBIDDEN FOREST
　　Things couldn't have been worse.

　　Filch took them down to Professor McGonagall's study on the first floor, where they sat and
waited without saying a word to each other. Hermione was trembling. Excuses, alibis, and wild
cover- up stories chased each other around Harry's brain, each more feeble than the last. He
couldn't see how they were going to get out of trouble this time. They were cornered. How could
they have been so stupid as to forget the cloak? There was no reason on earth that Professor
McGonagall would accept for their being out of bed and creeping around the school in the dead of
night, let alone being up the tallest astronomy tower, which was out-of-bounds except for classes.
Add Norbert and the invisibility cloak, and they might as well be packing their bags already.
　　Had Harry thought that things couldn't have been worse? He was wrong. When Professor
McGonagall appeared, she was leading Neville.
　　"Harry!" Neville burst Out, the moment he saw the other two. "I was trying to find you to warn
you, I heard Malfoy saying he was going to catch you, he said you had a drag --"
　　Harry shook his head violently to shut Neville up, but Professor McGonagall had seen. She
looked more likely to breathe fire than Norbert as she towered over the three of them.
　　"I would never have believed it of any of you. Mr. Filch says you were up in the astronomy
tower. It's one o'clock in the morning. Explain yourselves."
　　It was the first time Hermione had ever failed to answer a teacher's question. She was staring at
her slippers, as still as a statue.
　　"I think I've got a good idea of what's been going on," said Professor McGonagall. "It doesn't
take a genius to work it out. You fed Draco Malfoy some cock-and-bull story about a dragon, trying
to get him out of bed and into trouble. I've already caught him. I suppose you think it's funny that
Longbottom here heard the story and believed it, too?"
　　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.
　　"I'm disgusted," said Professor McGonagall. "Four students out of bed in one night! I've never
heard of such a thing before! You, Miss Granger, I thought you had more sense. As for you, Mr.
Potter, I thought Gryffindor meant more to you than this. All three of you will receive detentions --
yes, you too, Mr. Longbottom, nothing gives you the right to walk around school at night, especially
these days, it's very dangerous -- and fifty points will be taken from Gryffindor."
"Fifty?" Harry gasped -- they would lose the lead, the lead he'd won in the last Quidditch match.
　　"Fifty points each," said Professor McGonagall, breathing heavily through her long, pointed
nose.
　　"Professor -- please
　　"You can't --"
　　"Don't tell me what I can and can't do, Potter. Now get back to bed, all of you. I've never been
more ashamed of Gryffindor students."
　　A hundred and fifty points lost. That put Gryffindor in last place. In one night, they'd ruined any
chance Gryffindor had had for the house cup. Harry felt as though the bottom had dropped out of
his stomach. How could they ever make up for this?
　　Harry didn't sleep all night. He could hear Neville sobbing into his pillow for what seemed like
hours. Harry couldn't think of anything to say to comfort him. He knew Neville, like himself, was
dreading the dawn. What would happen when the rest of Gryffindor found out what they'd done?
　　At first, Gryffindors passing the giant hourglasses that recorded the house points the next day
thought there'd been a mistake. How could they suddenly have a hundred and fifty points fewer
than yesterday? And then the story started to spread: Harry Potter, the famous Harry Potter, their
hero of two Quidditch matches, had lo st them all those points, him and a couple of other stupid first
years.
　　From being one of the most popular and admired people at the school, Harry was suddenly the
most hated. Even Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs turned on him, because everyone had been longing to
see Slytherin lose the house cup. Everywhere Harry went, people pointed and didn't trouble to lower
their voices as they insulted him. Slytherins, on the other hand, clapped as he walked past them,
whistling and cheering, "Thanks Potter, we owe you one!"
　　Only Ron stood by him.
　　"They'll all forget this in a few weeks. Fred and George have lost loads of points in all the time
they've been here, and people still like them."
　　"They've never lost a hundred and fifty points in one go, though, have they?" said Harry
miserably.
　　"Well -- no," Ron admitted.
　　It was a bit late to repair the damage, but Harry swore to himself not to meddle in things that
weren't his business from now on. He'd had it with sneaking around and spying. He felt so ashamed
of himself that he went to Wood and offered to resign from the Quidditch team.
　　"Resign?" Wood thundered. "What good'll that do? How are we going to get any points back if
we can't win at Quidditch?"
　　But even Quidditch had lost its fun. The rest of the team wouldn't speak to Harry during
practice, and if they had to speak about him, they called him "the Seeker."
　　Hermione and Neville were suffering, too. They didn't have as bad a time as Harry, because they
weren't as well-known, but nobody would speak to them, either. Hermione had stopped drawing
attention to herself in class, keeping her head down and working in silence.
　　Harry was almost glad that the exams weren't far away. All the studying he had to do kept his
mind off his misery. He, Ron, and Hermione kept to themselves, working late into the night, trying to
remember the ingredients in complicated potions, learn charms and spells by heart, memorize the
dates of magical discoveries and goblin rebellions....
　　Then, about a week before the exams were due to start, Harry's new resolution not to interfere
in anything that didn't concern him was put to an unexpected test. Walking back from the library on
his own one afternoon, he heard somebody whimpering from a classroom up ahead. As he drew
closer, he heard Quirrell's voice.
　　"No -- no -- not again, please --"
　　It sounded as though someone was threatening him. Harry moved closer.
　　"All right -- all right --" he heard Quirrell sob.

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THE FORIBIDDEN FOREST

Things couldn't have been worse.

"You can't --"

Only Ron stood by him.

"Well -- no," Ron admitted.

"No -- no -- not again, please --"

"All right -- all right --" he heard Quirrell sob.

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