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"It's not poison?" said Harry anxiously.
Your detention will take place at eleven o'clock tonight. Meet Mr. Filch in the entrance hall.
The high voice spoke again.
"First -- to Mr. Ronald Weasley..."
"But there are hundreds of them!"
"...for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house fifty points."
They marched off across the dark grounds. Neville kept sniffing. Harry wondered what their punishment was going to be. It must be something really horrible, or Filch wouldn't be sounding so delighted.
"Why?" panted Hermione, hurrying to keep up.
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.
"It was you."
"Look," said Harry, throwing caution to the winds, "Professor -- it's about the Sorcerer's tone --"
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."
"See you, Potter!"
"Professor Snape, Harry." "Yes, him -- Quirrell said he hates me because he hated my father. Is that true?"
"I'm not ill," said Harry. "I think it's a warning... it means danger's coming...."