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He showed Harry two identical balls, jet black and slightly smaller than the red Quaffle. Harry noticed that they seemed to be straining to escape the straps holding them inside the box.
His heart sank faster than he'd just dived. Professor McGonagall was running toward them. He got to his feet, trembling.
"You're worth twelve of Malfoy," Harry said. "The Sorting Hat chose you for Gryffindor, didn't it? And where's Malfoy? In stinking Slytherin."
"No... you go..."
Harry then did something that was both very brave and very stupid: He took a great running jump and managed to fasten his arms around the troll's neck from behind. The troll couldn't feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry's wand had still been in his hand when he'd jumped -- it had gone straight up one of the troll's nostrils.
"Do you think it had anything to do with the Stone?"
"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."
Malfoy looked at Crabbe and Goyle, sizing them up.
Ron threw the cloak back over them as the luminous eyes of Mrs. Norris came round the door. Ron and Harry stood quite still, both thinking the same thing -- did the cloak work on cats? After what seemed an age, she turned and left.
"He thinks this door is locked," Harry whispered. "I think we'll be okay -- get off, Neville!" For Neville had been tugging on the sleeve of Harry's bathrobe for the last minute. "What?"
Madam Hooch was bending over Neville, her face as white as his.
Harry and Ron tried to look as though this story wasn't new to them.
"Get out of the way," snapped Ron, taking a swipe at Peeves this was a big mistake.
Madam Pince the librarian brandished a feather duster at him.