The Second Letter

The letters kept coming. Not always once a day, but Harry got the second letter on That New Years Day. Right as he came down to the great hall and sat down next to Ron and oposite Hermione, an owl flew down to him. This letter read:

These monsters are huge and slimmy as any,

A charm of mine, I can gather them pleanty.

A huge ugly beast, way out of control,

You second clue Potter, is the Mountain _____.

Hermione shuttered.

"Troll." she whispered. Hermione had first become friends with Harry and Ron, when they had rescued her from a Troll in the first year. She remembered how huge and ugly it had been.

"Turban, and Troll." thought Hermione. Ron tapped his spoon on his glass.

"T-T-T, Maybe Terrible, Turf, or, err." Ron brainstormed.

"Wait, do that again."Hermione said quickly.

"What?This." and banged his glass again.

"No, T-T-T-T. QUIRREL! Trolls, and Turbans, Quirrel, thats whose sending these."

"But, He's Dead." Ron said plainly. Hermione pushed her hair out of her eyes.

"At least, I think he is." Said Harry.

Quirrel, Harry thought. He had been a stuttering Defence against the Dark Arts teacher in their first year. He had turned evil, and had had Voldemort inside of him. Harry grimmaced at the thought. Quirrel returning, it couldn't be....right?