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"There's still Fluffy, though," said Hermione.
"NOF Harry and Hermione shouted.
A white pawn had moved forward two squares.
"I see myself shaking hands with Dumbledore," he invented. "I -- I've won the house cup for Gryffindor."
"But so will we, won't we?" "Of course not," said Hermione. "Everything we need is here on this paper. Seven bottles: three are poison; two are wine; one will get us safely through the black fire, and one will get us back through the purple."
The following morning, notes were delivered to Harry, Hermione, and Neville at the breakfast table. They were all the same:
Mrs. Weasley smiled down at them.
Only Ron stood by him.
"Go to Madam Pomfrey," Hermione suggested.
"Of course not," said Hermione briskly. "How do you think you'd get to the Stone without us? I'd better go and took through my books, there might be something useful..."
As the door creaked, low, rumbling growls met their ears. All three of the dog's noses sniffed madly in their direction, even though it couldn't see them.
He saw his reflection, pale and scared-looking at first. But a moment later, the reflection smiled at him. It put its hand into its pocket and pulled out a blood-red stone. It winked and put the Stone back in its pocket -- and as it did so, Harry felt something heavy drop into his real pocket. Somehow -- incredibly -- he'd gotten the Stone.
"You drink first," said Harry. "You are sure which is which, aren't you?"
"You want to go first? Are you sure?" said Ron. "I don't know how deep this thing goes. Give the flute to Hermione so she can keep him asleep."
"Destroyed?" said Harry blankly. "But your friend -- Nicolas Flamel --"