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Harry's mind was racing.
"No, I don't!"
Harry felt as if Devil's Snare was rooting him to the spot. He couldn't move a muscle. Petrified, he watched as Quirrell reached up and began to unwrap his turban. What was going on? The turban fell away. Quirrell's head looked strangely small without it. Then he turned slowly on the spot.
Harry, who was still playing the flute, waved at Ron to get his attention and pointed at himself.
"It's sort of secret," he said, but he wished at once he hadn't, because Professor McGonagall's nostrils flared.
"You've had nearly fifteen minutes, now OUT" she said firmly.
Harry caught Neville's eye and tried to tell him without words that this wasn't true, because Neville was looking stunned and hurt. Poor, blundering Neville -- Harry knew what it must have cost him to try and find them in the dark, to warn them.
Hermione's lip trembled, and she suddenly dashed at Harry and threw her arms around him.
Then, about a week before the exams were due to start, Harry's new resolution not to interfere in anything that didn't concern him was put to an unexpected test. Walking back from the library on his own one afternoon, he heard somebody whimpering from a classroom up ahead. As he drew closer, he heard Quirrell's voice.
"Harry Potter..." it whispered.
Whatever Professor McGonagall had expected, it wasn't that. The books she was carrying tumbled out of her arms, but she didn't pick them up. "How do you know --?" she spluttered.
Only Ron stood by him.
Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind,
They heard him crashing away through the undergrowth and stood looking at each other, very scared, until they couldn't hear anything but the rustling of leaves around them.