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Harry struggled against the ropes binding him, but they didn't give. He had to keep Quirrell from giving his whole attention to the mirror.
And Quirrell, though pinning Harry to the ground with his knees, let go of his neck and stared, bewildered, at his own palms -- Harry could see they looked burned, raw, red, and shiny.
"We had to, Neville, no time to explain," said Harry.
"Brilliant, Harry!" whispered Ron.
"I'm not as good as you," said Harry, very embarrassed, as she let go of him.
"You all right, Hermione?" Hagrid whispered. "Don' worry, it can't've gone far if it's this badly hurt, an' then we'll be able ter -- GET BEHIND THAT TREE!"
"I see myself shaking hands with Dumbledore," he invented. "I -- I've won the house cup for Gryffindor."
She raised her wand.
Neville clutched the sleeve of Harry's robe and made a choking noise.
So he knew. The feeling suddenly surged back into Harry's legs. He stumbled backward.
Ron followed right away. He landed, sprawled next to Harry.
And Harry knew it would be no good to argue.
"Yes -- Potter -- come here."
"But that means he and his wife will die, won't they?"
"But will it cover all three of us?" said Ron.