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"We'd noticed," said Hermione faintly.
Something bright white was gleaming on the ground. They inched closer.
Quirrell rolled off him, his face blistering, too, and then Harry knew: Quirrell couldn't touch his bare skin, not without suffering terrible pain -- his only chance was to keep hold of Quirrell, keep him in enough pain to stop him from doing a curse.
"Sometimes," he said, "I find it hard to follow my master's instructions -- he is a great wizard and I am weak --"
The forest was black and silent. A little way into it they reached a fork in the earth path, and Harry, Hermione, and Hagrid took the left path while Malfoy, Neville, and Fang took the right.
"I've just thought of something," said Harry. He had turned white. "We've got to go and see Hagrid, now."
They walked in silence, their eyes on the ground. Every now and then a ray of moonlight through the branches above lit a spot of silver-blue blood on the fallen leaves.
He took a step forward and Neville dropped Trevor the toad, who leapt out of sight.
"Are you all right?" said the centaur, pulling Harry to his feet.
"Do you mean," Harry croaked, "that was Vol-"
Hermione gasped. Harry and Ron wheeled round.
"What are you three doing inside?"
"The forest?" he repeated, and he didn't sound quite as cool as usual. "We can't go in there at night -- there's all sorts of things in there -- werewolves, I heard."
"We must have crossed in midair. No sooner had I reached London than it became clear to me that the place I should be was the one I had just left. I arrived just in time to pull Quirrell off you."
Firenze slowed to a walk, warned Harry to keep his head bowed in case of low-hanging branches, but did not answer Harry's question. They made their way through the trees in silence for so long that Harry thought Firenze didn't want to talk to him anymore. They were passing through a particularly dense patch of trees, however, when Firenze suddenly stopped.