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He
clapped
his
hands
once
,
and
the
ropes
binding
Harry
fell
off
.
Harry
got
slowly
to
his
feet
.
"
Come
here
,
"
Quirrell
repeated
.
"
Look
in
the
mirror
and
tell
me
what
you
see
.
"
Harry
walked
toward
him
.
I
must
lie
,
he
thought
desperately
.
I
must
look
and
lie
about
what
I
see
,
that
's
all
.
Quirrell
moved
close
behind
him
.
Harry
breathed
in
the
funny
smell
that
seemed
to
come
from
Quirrell
's
turban
.
He
closed
his
eyes
,
stepped
in
front
of
the
mirror
,
and
opened
them
again
.
He
saw
his
reflection
,
pale
and
scared-looking
at
first
.
But
a
moment
later
,
the
reflection
smiled
at
him
.
It
put
its
hand
into
its
pocket
and
pulled
out
a
blood-red
stone
.
It
winked
and
put
the
Stone
back
in
its
pocket
--
and
as
it
did
so
,
Harry
felt
something
heavy
drop
into
his
real
pocket
.
Somehow
--
incredibly
--
he
'd
gotten
the
Stone
.
"
Well
?
"
said
Quirrell
impatiently
.
"
What
do
you
see
?
"
Harry
screwed
up
his
courage
.
"
I
see
myself
shaking
hands
with
Dumbledore
,
"
he
invented
.
"
I
--
I
've
won
the
house
cup
for
Gryffindor
.
"
Quirrell
cursed
again
.
