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;t his usual quivering

treble, either, but d sharp. ”yes, severus does seem the

type, doesnt he? so useful to have him swooping around like an

rowo him, who would suspect p-p-poor, st-stuttering

p-professor quirrell?”

harry t take it in. this t be true, it t.

”but so kill me!”

”no, no, o kill you. your friend miss granger

atally knocked me over as she rushed to set fire to s

that quidditch match. she broke my eye tact with you. another

few sed id have got you off that broom. id have managed

it before then if snape hadering a tercurse,

trying to save you.”

”srying to save me?”

”of course,” said quirrell coolly. ”\why do you thied

to referee your ch? he was trying to make sure i didnt do

it again. funny, really... he have bothered. i t do

anything with dumbledore watg. all the other teachers thought

srying to stop gryffindor from winning, he did make

himself unpopular... and what a waste of time, whehat,

im going to kill you tonight.”

quirrell snapped his fingers. r out of thin air and

ed themselves tightly around harry.

”youre too nosy to live, potter. sg around the school

ohat, for all i knew youd seeo look

at what was guardione.”

”you let the troll in?”

”ly. i have a special gift with trolls -- you must have

seen what i did to the ohe chamber back there? unfortunately,

while everyone else was running around looking for it, snape, who

already suspected me, went straight to the third floor to head me

off -- and not only did my troll fail to beat you to death, that

three-headed dog didnt evee snapes leg off properly.

”now, wait quietly, potter. i his iing

mirror.

it was o harry realized what was standing behind

quirrell. it was the mirror of erised.

”this mirror is the key to fione,” quirrell murmured,

tapping his way around the frame. ”trust dumbledore to e up with

somethihis... but hes in london... ill be far away by

the time he gets back....”

all harry k of doing quirrell talking

and stop him from trating on the mirror.

”i sae i --” he blurted out.

”yes,” said quirrell idly, walking arouo look

at the back. ”he was o time, trying to find out

how far id got. he suspected me all alohten me -

as though he could, when i had lord voldemort on my side....”

quirrell came ba behind the mirror and stared hungrily

into it.

”i see the stone... im presenting it to my master... but where

is it?”

harry struggled against the ropes binding him, but they didnt

give. he had to keep quirrell from giving his whole attention to

the mirror.

”but snape always seemed to hate me so much.”

”oh, he does,” said quirrell casually, ”heavens, yes. he was

at hogwarts with your father, didnt you khed each

other. but he ed you dead.”

”but i heard you a few days ago, sobbing -- i thought snape

was threatening you....”

for the first time, a spasm of fear flitted across quirrells

face.

”sometimes,” he said, ”i find it hard to follow my masters

instrus -- he is a great wizard and i am weak --”

”you meahere in the with yasped.

”he is with me wherever i go,” said quirrell quietly. ”i met him

when i traveled around the world. a foolish young man i was then,

full of ridiculous ideas about good and evil. lord voldemort showed

me h i was. there is no good ahere is only power,

aoo weak to seek it.... sihen, i have served him

faithfully, although i have let him down many times. he has had to be

very hard on me.” quirrell shivered sudde five

mistakes easily. wheeal the stotts,