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They
followed
Professor
McGonagall
past
the
silent
figures
of
Neville
,
Dean
and
Seamus
,
out
of
the
dormitory
down
the
spiral
stairs
into
the
common
room
,
through
the
portrait
hole
and
off
along
the
Fat
Lady
's
moonlit
corridor
.
Harry
felt
as
though
the
panic
inside
him
might
spill
over
at
any
moment
;
he
wanted
to
run
,
to
yell
for
Dumbledore
;
Mr.
Weasley
was
bleeding
as
they
walked
along
so
sedately
and
what
if
those
fangs
(
Harry
tried
hard
not
to
think
'm
y
fangs
'
)
had
been
poisonous
?
They
passed
Mrs.
Norris
,
who
turned
her
lamplike
eyes
upon
them
and
hissed
faintly
but
Professor
McGonagall
said
,
'S
hoo
!
'
Mrs.
Norris
slunk
away
into
the
shadows
,
and
in
a
few
minutes
they
had
reached
the
stone
gargoyle
guarding
the
entrance
to
Dumbledore
s
office
.
'
Fizzing
Whizzbee
,
'
said
Professor
McGonagall
.
The
gargoyle
sprang
to
life
and
leapt
aside
;
the
wall
behind
it
split
in
two
to
reveal
a
stone
staircase
that
was
moving
continually
upwards
like
a
spiral
escalator
.
The
three
of
them
stepped
on
to
the
moving
stairs
;
the
wall
closed
behind
them
with
a
thud
and
they
were
moving
upwards
in
tight
circles
until
they
reached
the
highly
polished
oak
door
with
the
brass
knocker
shaped
like
a
griffin
.
Though
it
was
now
well
past
midnight
there
were
voices
coming
from
inside
the
room
,
a
positive
babble
of
them
.
It
sounded
as
though
Dumbledore
was
entertaining
at
least
a
dozen
people
.
Professor
McGonagall
rapped
three
times
with
the
griffin
knocker
and
the
voices
ceased
abruptly
as
though
someone
had
switched
them
all
off
.
The
door
opened
of
its
own
accord
and
Professor
McGonagall
led
Harry
and
Ron
inside
.
The
room
was
in
half-darkness
;
the
strange
silver
instruments
standing
on
tables
were
silent
and
still
rather
than
whirring
and
emitting
puffs
of
smoke
as
they
usually
did
;
the
portraits
of
old
headmasters
and
headmistresses
covering
the
walls
were
all
snoozing
in
their
frames
.
Behind
the
door
,
a
magnificent
red
and
gold
bird
the
size
of
a
swan
dozed
on
its
perch
with
its
head
under
its
wing
.
'
Oh
,
it
's
you
,
Professor
McGonagall
...
and
...
ah
.
'
Dumbledore
was
sitting
in
a
high-backed
chair
behind
his
desk
;
he
leaned
forward
into
the
pool
of
candlelight
illuminating
the
papers
laid
out
before
him
.
He
was
wearing
a
magnificently
embroidered
purple
and
gold
dressing
gown
over
a
snowy
white
nightshirt
,
but
seemed
wide-awake
,
his
penetrating
light
blue
eyes
fixed
intently
upon
Professor
McGonagall
.
'
Professor
Dumbledore
,
Potter
has
had
a.
.
.
well
,
a
nightmare
,
'
said
Professor
McGonagall
.
'
He
says
...
'
