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He rose up in the air and floated there, squinting at them.
THROUGH THE TRAPDOOR
"Ready?" Ron called, his face pale but determined. "Here I go - now, don't hang around once you've won."
"We're looking for a big, old-fashioned one -- probably silver, like the handle."
Harry flushed. They turned to go outside, but Snape called them back.
Just in case.
It was the unicorn all right, and it was dead. Harry had never seen anything so beautiful and sad. Its long, slender legs were stuck out at odd angles where it had fallen and its mane was spread pearly-white on the dark leaves.
Mrs. Weasley smiled down at them.
"D'you think that was a centaur we heard earlier?" said Harry.
"We're coming," said Hermione.
Your detention will take place at eleven o'clock tonight. Meet Mr. Filch in the entrance hall.
He led them to the very edge of the forest. Holding his lamp up high, he pointed down a narrow, winding earth track that disappeared into the thick black trees. A light breeze lifted their hair as they looked into the forest.
"So sorry, your bloodiness, Mr. Baron, Sir," he said greasily. "My mistake, my mistake -- I didn't see you -- of course I didn't, you're invisible -- forgive old Peevsie his little joke, sir."
"Snape's," said Harry. "What do we have to do?"
"Better get the cloak," Ron muttered, as Lee Jordan finally left, stretching and yawning. Harry ran upstairs to their dark dormitory. He putted out the cloak and then his eyes fell on the flute Hagrid had given him for Christmas. He pocketed it to use on Fluffy -- he didn't feel much like singing.