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"Harry Potter, do you know what unicorn blood is used -for?"
"HAVE YOU GONE MAD?" Ron bellowed. "ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT?"
"Will you stop saying the name!" Ron hissed.
Something bright white was gleaming on the ground. They inched closer.
"Why's Bane so angry?" he asked. "What was that thing you saved me from, anyway?"
"A bit," said Hermione timidly.
Harry had a sudden idea.
"Hagrid! Look! Red sparks, the others are in trouble!"
Harry climbed over it and looked down through the trapdoor. There was no sign of the bottom.
"Well, that's it then, isn't it?" Harry said.
"So the Stone's gone?" said Ron finally. "Flamel's just going to die?"
"Look --" he murmured, holding out his arm to stop Malfoy.
"To one as young as you, I'm sure it seems incredible, but to Nicolas and Perenelle, it really is like going to bed after a very, very long day. After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure. You know, the Stone was really not such a wonderful thing. As much money and life as you could want! The two things most human beings would choose above all -- the trouble is, humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things that are worst for them." Harry lay there, lost for words. Dumbledore hummed a little and smiled at the ceiling.
"I shouldn't be too friendly to them, Hagrid," said Filch coldly, they're here to be punished, after all."
Firenze suddenly reared on to his hind legs in anger, so that Harry had to grab his shoulders to stay on.
And Harry let go. Cold, damp air rushed past him as he fell down, down, down and -- FLUMP. With a funny, muffled sort of thump he landed on something soft. He sat up and felt around, his eyes not used to the gloom. It felt as though he was sitting on some sort of plant.