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"You're mad!" said Ron.
"Master, I cannot hold him -- my hands -- my hands!"
"Yes -- of course -- but there's no wood!" Hermione cried, wringing her hands.
"Look there," said Hagrid, "see that stuff shinin' on the ground? Silvery stuff? That's unicorn blood. There's a unicorn in there bin hurt badly by summat. This is the second time in a week. I found one dead last Wednesday. We're gonna try an' find the poor thing. We might have ter put it out of its misery."
"What can you see?" Hermione said anxiously.
"Yeah, Dumbledore's off his rocker, all right," said Ron proudly. "Listen, you've got to be up for the end-of-year feast tomorrow. The points are all in and Slytherin won, of course -- you missed the last Quidditch match, we were steamrollered by Ravenclaw without you -- but the food'll be good."
He turned and cantered back into the depths of the forest, leaving Harry shivering behind him.
Harry tried to take a step backward but his legs wouldn't move.
"Snape wants the stone for Voldemort... and Voldemort's waiting in the forest... and all this time we thought Snape just wanted to get rich...."
"There's light ahead -- I can see something moving."
"We want to see Professor Dumbledore," said Hermione, rather bravely, Harry and Ron thought.
"This needs thinking about he said. I suppose we've got to take the place of three of the black pieces...."
"Fifty points each," said Professor McGonagall, breathing heavily through her long, pointed nose.
"Nothing, Neville, nothing," said Harry, hurriedly putting the cloak behind his back.
"You've had nearly fifteen minutes, now OUT" she said firmly.
Harry felt as if Devil's Snare was rooting him to the spot. He couldn't move a muscle. Petrified, he watched as Quirrell reached up and began to unwrap his turban. What was going on? The turban fell away. Quirrell's head looked strangely small without it. Then he turned slowly on the spot.
"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!"（央视记者 徐海霞）