The voice echoed through the room like an icy wind, scraping across everyone's heart.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione instantly tensed up, scanning their surroundings with wide, watchful eyes, not missing a single corner. Their hearts beat furiously, their hands clenched into fists of their own accord, and beads of fine sweat broke out across their foreheads. They had no idea where the voice was coming from, nor where its owner might be. But a terrifying thought flashed through their minds: if Professor Quirrell had accomplices in this room besides himself, they would likely be plunging into a desperate situation today.
With this thought, their bodies involuntarily drifted closer to Lin Shu, as if she were their only reliance in this darkness, capable of bringing them a sliver of a sense of security.
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