As Harry ran through the corridors under the cloak he was beginning to regret his decision to scope out the restricted section for information on Flamel; he had found nothing and was now being chased by Filch. The conversation between Snape and Quirrel was interesting; however, perhaps he was too quick to dismiss Neville's theory that Snape wanted the stone. He backed away as quietly as he could. A door stood ajar to his left. It was his only hope. He squeezed through it, holding his breath, trying not to move it, and to his relief he managed to get inside the room without them noticing anything. They walked straight past and Harry leant against the wall, breathing deeply, listening to their footsteps dying away. That had been close, very close. It was a few seconds before he noticed anything about the room he had hidden in. It looked like a disused classroom. The dark shapes of desks and chairs were piled against the walls and there was an upturned waste-paper basket - but propped against the wall