Harry Potter 01 - Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

there?’ he said suddenly as they climbed towards him. He narrowed his wicked black eyes. ‘Know you’re there, even if I can’t see you. Are you ghoulie or ghostie or wee student beastie?’
    He rose up in the air and floated there, squinting at them.
    ‘Should call Filch, I should, if something’s a-creeping around unseen.’
    Harry had a sudden idea.
    ‘Peeves,’ he said, in a hoarse whisper, ‘the Bloody Baron has his own reasons for being invisible.’
    Peeves almost fell out of the air in shock. He caught himself in time and hovered about a foot off the stairs.
    ‘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.’
    ‘I have business here, Peeves,’ croaked Harry. ‘Stay away from this place tonight.’
    ‘I will, sir, I most certainly will,’ said Peeves, rising up in the air again. ‘Hope your business goes well, Baron, I’ll not bother you.’
    And he scooted off.
    ‘Brilliant, Harry!’ whispered Ron.
    A few seconds later, they were there, outside the third-floor corridor – and the door was already ajar.
    ‘Well, there you are,’ Harry said quietly. ‘Snape’s already got past Fluffy.’
    Seeing the open door somehow seemed to impress upon all three of them what was facing them. Underneath the Cloak, Harry turned to the other two.
    ‘If you want to go back, I won’t blame you,’ he said. ‘You can take the Cloak, I won’t need it now.’
    ‘Don’t be stupid,’ said Ron.
    ‘We’re coming,’ said Hermione.
    Harry pushed the door open.
    As the door creaked, low, rumbling growls met their ears. All three of the dog’s noses sniffed madly in their direction, even though it couldn’t see them.
    ‘What’s that at its feet?’ Hermione whispered.
    ‘Looks like a harp,’ said Ron. ‘Snape must have left it there.’
    ‘It must wake up the moment you stop playing,’ said Harry. ‘Well, here goes …’
    He put Hagrid’s flute to his lips and blew. It wasn’t really a tune, but from the first note the beast’s eyes began to droop. Harry hardly drew breath. Slowly, the dog’s growls ceased – it tottered on its paws and fell to its knees, then it slumped to the ground, fast asleep.
    ‘Keep playing,’ Ron warned Harry as they slipped out of the Cloak and crept towards the trapdoor. They could feel the dog’s hot, smelly breath as they approached the giant heads.
    ‘I think we’ll be able to pull the door open,’ said Ron, peering over the dog’s back. ‘Want to go first, Hermione?’
    ‘No, I don’t!’
    ‘All right.’ Ron gritted his teeth and stepped carefully over the dog’s legs. He bent and pulled the ring of the trapdoor, which swung up and open.
    ‘What can you see?’ Hermione said anxiously.
    ‘Nothing – just black – there’s no way of climbing down, we’ll just have to drop.’
    Harry, who was still playing the flute, waved at Ron to get his attention and pointed at himself.
    ‘You want to go first? Are you sure?’ said Ron. ‘I don’t know how deep this thing goes. Give the flute to Hermione so she can keep him asleep.’
    Harry handed the flute over. In the few seconds’ silence, the dog growled and twitched, but the moment Hermione began to play, it fell back into its deep sleep.
    Harry climbed over it and looked down through the trapdoor. There was no sign of the bottom.
    He lowered himself through the hole until he was hanging on by his fingertips. Then he looked up at Ron and said, ‘If anything happens to me, don’t follow. Go straight to the owlery and send Hedwig to Dumbledore, right?’
    ‘Right,’ said Ron.
    ‘See you in a minute, I hope …’
    And Harry let go. Cold, damp air rushed past him as he fell down, down, down and –
    FLUMP. With a funny, muffled sort of thump he landed on something soft. He sat up and felt around, his eyes not used to the gloom. It felt as though he was sitting on some sort of plant.
    ‘It’s OK!’ he called up to the light the size of a postage stamp which was the open trapdoor. ‘It’s a soft landing, you can jump!’
    Ron followed straight away. He landed sprawled next to Harry.
    ‘What’s this stuff?’ were his first words.
    ‘Dunno, sort of plant thing. I suppose it’s here to break the fall. Come on, Hermione!’
    The distant music stopped. There was a loud bark from the dog, but Hermione had already jumped. She landed on