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The
Restricted
Section
was
right
at
the
back
of
the
library
.
Stepping
carefully
over
the
rope
that
separated
these
books
from
the
rest
of
the
library
,
he
held
up
his
lamp
to
read
the
titles
.
They
did
n't
tell
him
much
.
Their
peeling
,
faded
gold
letters
spelled
words
in
languages
Harry
could
n't
understand
.
Some
had
no
title
at
all
.
One
book
had
a
dark
stain
on
it
that
looked
horribly
like
blood
.
The
hairs
on
the
back
of
Harry
's
neck
prickled
.
Maybe
he
was
imagining
it
,
maybe
not
,
but
he
thought
a
faint
whispering
was
coming
from
the
books
,
as
though
they
knew
someone
was
there
who
should
n't
be
.
He
had
to
start
somewhere
.
Setting
the
lamp
down
carefully
on
the
floor
,
he
looked
along
the
bottom
shelf
for
an
interesting
looking
book
.
A
large
black
and
silver
volume
caught
his
eye
.
He
pulled
it
out
with
difficulty
,
because
it
was
very
heavy
,
and
,
balancing
it
on
his
knee
,
let
it
fall
open
.
A
piercing
,
bloodcurdling
shriek
split
the
silence
--
the
book
was
screaming
!
Harry
snapped
it
shut
,
but
the
shriek
went
on
and
on
,
one
high
,
unbroken
,
earsplitting
note
.
He
stumbled
backward
and
knocked
over
his
lamp
,
which
went
out
at
once
.
Panicking
,
he
heard
footsteps
coming
down
the
corridor
outside
--
stuffing
the
shrieking
book
back
on
the
shelf
,
he
ran
for
it
.
He
passed
Filch
in
the
doorway
;
Filch
's
pale
,
wild
eyes
looked
straight
through
him
,
and
Harry
slipped
under
Filch
's
outstretched
arm
and
streaked
off
up
the
corridor
,
the
book
's
shrieks
still
ringing
in
his
ears
.
He
came
to
a
sudden
halt
in
front
of
a
tall
suit
of
armor
.
He
had
been
so
busy
getting
away
from
the
library
,
he
had
n't
paid
attention
to
where
he
was
going
.
Perhaps
because
it
was
dark
,
he
did
n't
recognize
where
he
was
at
all
.
There
was
a
suit
of
armor
near
the
kitchens
,
he
knew
,
but
he
must
be
five
floors
above
there
.
"
You
asked
me
to
come
directly
to
you
,
Professor
,
if
anyone
was
wandering
around
at
night
,
and
somebody
's
been
in
the
library
Restricted
Section
.
"
Harry
felt
the
blood
drain
out
of
his
face
.
Wherever
he
was
,
Filch
must
know
a
shortcut
,
because
his
soft
,
greasy
voice
was
getting
nearer
,
and
to
his
horror
,
it
was
Snape
who
replied
,
"
The
Restricted
Section
?
Well
,
they
ca
n't
be
far
,
we
'll
catch
them
.
"
Harry
stood
rooted
to
the
spot
as
Filch
and
Snape
came
around
the
corner
ahead
.
They
could
n't
see
him
,
of
course
,
but
it
was
a
narrow
corridor
and
if
they
came
much
nearer
they
'd
knock
right
into
him
--
the
cloak
did
n't
stop
him
from
being
solid
.
He
backed
away
as
quietly
as
he
could
.
A
door
stood
ajar
to
his
left
.
It
was
his
only
hope
.
He
squeezed
through
it
,
holding
his
breath
,
trying
not
to
move
it
,
and
to
his
relief
he
managed
to
get
inside
the
room
without
their
noticing
anything
.
They
walked
straight
past
,
and
Harry
leaned
against
the
wall
,
breathing
deeply
,
listening
to
their
footsteps
dying
away
.
That
had
been
close
,
very
close
.
It
was
a
few
seconds
before
he
noticed
anything
about
the
room
he
had
hidden
in
.
