open.
A
piercing, bloodcurdling shriek split the silence — the book was screaming! Harry snapped it
shut, but the shriek went on and on, one high, unbroken, earsplitting note. He stumbled backward
and knocked over his lamp, which went out at once. Panicking, he
heard footsteps coming down
the corridor outside — stuffing the shrieking book back on the shelf, he ran for it. He passed
Filch in the doorway; Filch’s pale, wild eyes looked straight through him, and Harry slipped
under Filch’s outstretched arm and streaked off up the corridor, the book’s shrieks still ringing in
his ears.
He came to a sudden halt in front of a tall suit of armor. He had been
so busy getting away from
the library, he hadn’t paid attention to where he was going. Perhaps because it was dark, he
didn’t recognize where he was at all. There was a suit of armor near the kitchens, he knew, but
he must be five floors above there.
“You asked me to come directly to you, Professor, if anyone was wandering around at night, and
somebody’s been in the library Restricted Section.”
Harry felt the blood drain out of his face. Wherever he was, Filch must know a shortcut, because
his soft, greasy
voice was getting nearer, and to his horror, it was Snape who replied, “The
Restricted Section? Well, they can’t be far, we’ll catch them.”
Harry stood rooted to the spot as Filch and Snape came around the corner ahead. They couldn’t
see him, of course, but it was a narrow corridor and if they came much nearer they’d knock right
into him — the cloak didn’t stop him from being solid.
He backed away as quietly as he could. A door stood ajar to his left. It was his only hope. He
squeezed through it, holding his breath, trying not to move it, and to his relief he managed to get
inside the room without their noticing anything.
They walked straight past, and Harry leaned
against the wall, breathing deeply, listening to their footsteps dying away. That had been close,
very close. It was a few seconds before he noticed anything about the room he had hidden in.
It looked like an unused classroom. The dark shapes of desks and chairs were piled against the
walls, and there was an upturned wastepaper basket – but propped against the wall facing him
was something that didn’t look as if it belonged there, something that
looked as if someone had
just put it there to keep it out of the way.
It was a magnificent mirror, as high as the ceiling, with an ornate gold frame, standing on two
clawed feet. There was an inscription carved around the top:
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