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Quirrell
smiled
.
His
face
was
n't
twitching
at
all
.
"
Me
,
"
he
said
calmly
.
"
I
wondered
whether
I
'd
be
meeting
you
here
,
Potter
.
"
"
But
I
thought
--
Snape
--
"
"
Severus
?
"
Quirrell
laughed
,
and
it
was
n't
his
usual
quivering
treble
,
either
,
but
cold
and
sharp
.
"
Yes
,
Severus
does
seem
the
type
,
does
n't
he
?
So
useful
to
have
him
swooping
around
like
an
overgrown
bat
.
Next
to
him
,
who
would
suspect
p-p-poor
,
st-stuttering
P-Professor
Quirrell
?
"
Harry
could
n't
take
it
in
.
This
could
n't
be
true
,
it
could
n't
.
"
But
Snape
tried
to
kill
me
!
"
"
No
,
no
,
no
.
I
tried
to
kill
you
.
Your
friend
Miss
Granger
accidentally
knocked
me
over
as
she
rushed
to
set
fire
to
Snape
at
that
Quidditch
match
.
She
broke
my
eye
contact
with
you
.
Another
few
seconds
and
I
'd
have
got
you
off
that
broom
.
I
'd
have
managed
it
before
then
if
Snape
had
n't
been
muttering
a
countercurse
,
trying
to
save
you
.
"
"
Snape
was
trying
to
save
me
?
"
"
Of
course
,
"
said
Quirrell
coolly
.
"
Why
do
you
think
he
wanted
to
referee
your
next
match
?
He
was
trying
to
make
sure
I
did
n't
do
it
again
.
Funny
,
really
...
he
need
n't
have
bothered
.
I
could
n't
do
anything
with
Dumbledore
watching
.
All
the
other
teachers
thought
Snape
was
trying
to
stop
Gryffindor
from
winning
,
he
did
make
himself
unpopular
...
and
what
a
waste
of
time
,
when
after
all
that
,
I
'm
going
to
kill
you
tonight
.
"
Quirrell
snapped
his
fingers
.
Ropes
sprang
out
of
thin
air
and
wrapped
themselves
tightly
around
Harry
.
