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Harry
was
just
helping
himself
to
a
baked
potato
when
Professor
Quirrell
came
sprinting
into
the
hall
,
his
turban
askew
and
terror
on
his
face
.
Everyone
stared
as
he
reached
Professor
Dumbledore
's
chair
,
slumped
against
the
table
,
and
gasped
,
"
Troll
--
in
the
dungeons
--
thought
you
ought
to
know
.
"
He
then
sank
to
the
floor
in
a
dead
faint
.
There
was
an
uproar
.
It
took
several
purple
firecrackers
exploding
from
the
end
of
Professor
Dumbledore
's
wand
to
bring
silence
.
"
Prefects
,
"
he
rumbled
,
"
lead
your
Houses
back
to
the
dormitories
immediately
!
"
Percy
was
in
his
element
.
"
Follow
me
!
Stick
together
,
first
years
!
No
need
to
fear
the
troll
if
you
follow
my
orders
!
Stay
close
behind
me
,
now
.
Make
way
,
first
years
coming
through
!
Excuse
me
,
I
'm
a
prefect
!
"
"
How
could
a
troll
get
in
?
"
Harry
asked
as
they
climbed
the
stairs
.
"
Do
n't
ask
me
,
they
're
supposed
to
be
really
stupid
,
"
said
Ron
.
"
Maybe
Peeves
let
it
in
for
a
Halloween
joke
.
"
They
passed
different
groups
of
people
hurrying
in
different
directions
.
As
they
jostled
their
way
through
a
crowd
of
confused
Hufflepuffs
,
Harry
suddenly
grabbed
Ron
's
arm
.
"
I
've
just
thought
--
Hermione
.
"
