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A few seconds later, they were there, outside the third-floor corridor -- and the door was already ajar.
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.
"This needs thinking about he said. I suppose we've got to take the place of three of the black pieces...."
"Hagrid! Look! Red sparks, the others are in trouble!"
"Lucky!" shrieked Hermione. "Look at you both!"
Hermione gasped. Harry and Ron wheeled round.
"Yes -- of course -- but there's no wood!" Hermione cried, wringing her hands.
He smiled and popped the golden-brown bean into his mouth. Then he choked and said, "Alas! Ear wax!"
A white pawn had moved forward two squares.
"What's this stuff?" were his first words.
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....
"Positive," said Hermione. She took a long drink from the round bottle at the end, and shuddered.
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.
"Well, I got back all right," said Hermione. "I brought Ron round -- that took a while -- and we were dashing up to the owlery to contact Dumbledore when we met him in the entrance hall -- he already knew -- he just said, 'Harry's gone after him, hasn't he?' and hurtled off to the third floor."
Hagrid seized Harry and Hermione and hoisted them off the path behind a towering oak. He pulled out an arrow and fitted it into his crossbow, raising it, ready to fire. The three of them listened. Something was slithering over dead leaves nearby: it sounded like a cloak trailing along the ground. Hagrid was squinting up the dark path, but after a few seconds, the sound faded away.？