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Ronan pawed the ground nervously. "I'm sure Firenze thought he was acting for the best, " he said in his gloomy voice.
"Well?" said Quirrell impatiently. "What do you see?"
"I'm going to be a knight," said Ron.
"HAVE YOU GONE MAD?" Ron bellowed. "ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT?"
He led them to the very edge of the forest. Holding his lamp up high, he pointed down a narrow, winding earth track that disappeared into the thick black trees. A light breeze lifted their hair as they looked into the forest.
Quirrell came back out from behind the mirror and stared hungrily into it.
"Peeves," he said, in a hoarse whisper, "the Bloody Baron has his own reasons for being invisible."
"Do you think it's a ghost?"
"We're not offended," said Harry quickly. "Just tell us what to do."
"It's not poison?" said Harry anxiously.
"Ready?" Harry asked the other two, his hand on the door handle. They nodded. He pulled the door open.
"Who's there?" he said suddenly as they climbed toward him. He narrowed his wicked black eyes. "Know you're there, even if I can't see you. Are you ghoulie or ghostie or wee student beastie?"
"How?" said Hermione nervously.
"But will it cover all three of us?" said Ron.
Harry screwed up his courage.
"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.