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It was Ginny Weasley, Ron's younger sister, but she wasn't pointing at Ron.
He clapped his hands once, and the ropes binding Harry fell off. Harry got slowly to his feet.
Whatever Professor McGonagall had expected, it wasn't that. The books she was carrying tumbled out of her arms, but she didn't pick them up. "How do you know --?" she spluttered.
"You got there? You got Hermione's owl?"
"Oh, Harry, we were sure you were going to -- Dumbledore was so worried --"
Dumbledore smiled at the look of amazement on Harry's face.
"I've just thought of something," said Harry. He had turned white. "We've got to go and see Hagrid, now."
"Always the innocent are the first victims," he said. "So it has been for ages past, so it is now."
"But what can we --"
"It's obvious," said Ron. "You can pretend to be waiting for Professor Flitwick, you know." He put on a high voice, "'Oh Professor Flitwick, I'm so worried, I think I got question fourteen b wrong....'"
"Nothing -- just black -- there's no way of climbing down, we'll just have to drop."
"Good evening," said Ronan. "Students, are you? And do you learn much, up at the school?"
But he hadn't walked five paces before a high voice spoke, though Quirrell wasn't moving his lips.
Quirrell smiled. His face wasn't twitching at all.
Snape was standing there.
"Better get the cloak," Ron muttered, as Lee Jordan finally left, stretching and yawning. Harry ran upstairs to their dark dormitory. He putted out the cloak and then his eyes fell on the flute Hagrid had given him for Christmas. He pocketed it to use on Fluffy -- he didn't feel much like singing.