Chapter 11

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Year 1 Chapter 11: Telling Professor McGonagall

Hermione’s Point of View

          “We need to tell Professor Dumbledore that someone is trying to steal the Sorcerer’s Stone,” I spoke as I snapped the book that I was studying from shut. It will be stolen tonight, we figured out. We just didn’t know who, although Harry and Ron are determined it’s Professor Snape. I don’t believe it however, I know it is Quirell.

          “Snape is trying to steal the stone Mione,” Harry spoke as he stared at me.

          “No, I believe it is Professor Quirell that is trying to steal the stone. It only makes sense, no man stutters like that. I don’t see the effects of a nasty encounter with a vampire either like he claims, I am going to go and tell Dumbledore. If you don’t wish to come, you can stay,” I stood up and walked out of the common room.

          Of course, Harry and Ron followed me. We headed towards the statue of the gargoyles and we demanded password after password that I knew was incorrect. McGonagall would come soon.

          “What do you think you’re doing?” I heard Professor McGonagall’s voice and I whipped around to see her stern face, “Why do you need Headmaster Dumbledore at such a late hour?”

          “Professor,” I spoke before Harry could, “We wanted to tell you that the Sorcerer’s Stone will be stolen tonight and we need extra protection around the stone,”

          The professor looked baffled, “How do you know about that? Well, no one can steal the stone except teachers because the teacher’s enchantments will protect the stone,”

          “Well, we think Snape is going to steal it,” I whipped my head around and narrowed my eyes at Harry.

          “No Harry, Snape won’t steal the stone, someone else is,” I hissed before McGonagall could say what I was about to say. She looked at me with approval before looking back to the boys.

          “Miss Granger is right; Professor Snape is a trustworthy man. He has been trustworthy for ten years, Mr. Potter, and you’ll do so to remember that. Now you three go to bed and stop worrying about things that won’t happen,”

          “Well, Hermione, you’re the smart one so what are we going to do now?” Harry groaned. I stared at him bewildered, he was an idiot. Didn’t he come up with the idea in the first place?

          “It’s simple Harry, I thought you would have thought of it,” I spoke simply, “We go after him,”

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