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"
Quick
,
go
,
before
it
wears
off
.
"
"
Good
luck
--
take
care
.
"
"
GO
!
"
Hermione
turned
and
walked
straight
through
the
purple
fire
.
Harry
took
a
deep
breath
and
picked
up
the
smallest
bottle
.
He
turned
to
face
the
black
flames
.
"
Here
I
come
,
"
he
said
,
and
he
drained
the
little
bottle
in
one
gulp
.
It
was
indeed
as
though
ice
was
flooding
his
body
.
He
put
the
bottle
down
and
walked
forward
;
he
braced
himself
,
saw
the
black
flames
licking
his
body
,
but
could
n't
feel
them
--
for
a
moment
he
could
see
nothing
but
dark
fire
--
then
he
was
on
the
other
side
,
in
the
last
chamber
.
There
was
already
someone
there
--
but
it
was
n't
Snape
.
It
was
n't
even
Voldemort
.
It
was
Quirrell
.
"
You
!
"
gasped
Harry
.
