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Harry
was
going
to
ask
Ron
if
he
'd
had
any
of
the
treacle
tart
,
but
he
fell
asleep
almost
at
once
.
Perhaps
Harry
had
eaten
a
bit
too
much
,
because
he
had
a
very
strange
dream
.
He
was
wearing
Professor
Quirrell
's
turban
,
which
kept
talking
to
him
,
telling
him
he
must
transfer
to
Slytherin
at
once
,
because
it
was
his
destiny
.
Harry
told
the
turban
he
did
n't
want
to
be
in
Slytherin
;
it
got
heavier
and
heavier
;
he
tried
to
pull
it
off
but
it
tightened
painfully
--
and
there
was
Malfoy
,
laughing
at
him
as
he
struggled
with
it
--
then
Malfoy
turned
into
the
hook-nosed
teacher
,
Snape
,
whose
laugh
became
high
and
cold
--
there
was
a
burst
of
green
light
and
Harry
woke
,
sweating
and
shaking
.
He
rolled
over
and
fell
asleep
again
,
and
when
he
woke
next
day
,
he
did
n't
remember
the
dream
at
all
.
"
There
,
look
.
"
"
Where
?
"
"
Next
to
the
tall
kid
with
the
red
hair
.
"
"
Wearing
the
glasses
?
"
"
Did
you
see
his
face
?
"
"
Did
you
see
his
scar
?
"
Whispers
followed
Harry
from
the
moment
he
left
his
dormitory
the
next
day
.
People
lining
up
outside
classrooms
stood
on
tiptoe
to
get
a
look
at
him
,
or
doubled
back
to
pass
him
in
the
corridors
again
,
staring
.
Harry
wished
they
would
n't
,
because
he
was
trying
to
concentrate
on
finding
his
way
to
classes
.
