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"Now what do we do?" Harry whispered.
Harry was rubbing his forehead.
"My name is Firenze," he added, as he lowered himself on to his front legs so that Harry could clamber onto his back.
Ron examined the lock on the door.
"What about you?"
It took quite a while for them all to get off the platform. A wizened old guard was up by the ticket barrier, letting them go through the gate in twos and threes so they didn't attract attention by all bursting out of a solid wall at once and alarming the Muggles.
"Could a werewolf be killing the unicorns?" Harry asked.
"But who'd be that desperate?" he wondered aloud. "If you're going to be cursed forever, deaths better, isn't it?"
"Had to let that happen," said Ron, looking shaken. "Leaves you free to take that bishop, Hermione, go on."
"They have enough Elixir stored to set their affairs in order and then, yes, they will die."
Harry tried to take a step backward but his legs wouldn't move.
Hermione looked convinced, but Ron didn't.
Hermione turned and walked straight through the purple fire.
Quirrell rounded on Harry.
They looked around, as if hoping to see a sign pointing them in the right direction. They had never been told where Dumbledore lived, nor did they know anyone who had been sent to see him.