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It was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didn't simply open on to the heavens.
The snake jabbed its tail at a little sign next to the glass. Harry peered at it.
"Yes," said Harry, "but I can't remember it."
the High Table again. Hagrid was drinking deeply from his goblet. Professor McGonagall was talking to Professor Dumbledore. Professor Quirrell, in his absurd turban, was talking to a teacher with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin.
He held out his hand to shake Harry's, but Harry didn't take it.
Even worse than Peeves, if that was possible, was the caretaker, Argus Filch. Harry and Ron managed to get on the wrong side of him on their very first morning. Filch found them trying to force their way through a door that unluckily turned out to be the entrance to the out-of-bounds corridor on the third floor. He wouldn't believe they were lost, was sure they were trying to break into it on purpose, and was threatening to lock them in the dungeons when they were rescued by Professor Quirrell, who was passing.
"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it, then."
Hagrid leaned across the table. Behind the wild beard and eyebrows he wore a very kind smile.
A pale young man made his way forward, very nervously. One of his eyes was twitching.
"Have you got your own broom?" the boy went on.
"Load of old tosh," said Uncle Vernon. Harry jumped; he had almost forgotten that the Dursleys were there. Uncle Vernon certainly seemed to have got back his courage. He was glaring at Hagrid and his fists were clenched.
"Don't worry, ickle Ronniekins is safe with us."
Harry shook his head and the boy sat down. He glanced at Harry and then looked quickly out of the window, pretending he hadn't looked. Harry saw he still had a black mark on his nose.
Harry woke early the next morning. Although he could tell it was daylight, he kept his eyes shut tight.