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"
Get
out
of
the
way
,
"
he
said
.
As
Harry
moved
aside
,
he
felt
the
Sorcerer
's
Stone
against
his
leg
.
Dare
he
make
a
break
for
it
?
But
he
had
n't
walked
five
paces
before
a
high
voice
spoke
,
though
Quirrell
was
n't
moving
his
lips
.
"
He
lies
...
He
lies
...
"
"
Potter
,
come
back
here
!
"
Quirrell
shouted
.
"
Tell
me
the
truth
!
What
did
you
just
see
?
"
The
high
voice
spoke
again
.
"
Let
me
speak
to
him
...
face-to-face
...
"
"
Master
,
you
are
not
strong
enough
!
"
"
I
have
strength
enough
...
for
this
...
"
Harry
felt
as
if
Devil
's
Snare
was
rooting
him
to
the
spot
.
He
could
n't
move
a
muscle
.
Petrified
,
he
watched
as
Quirrell
reached
up
and
began
to
unwrap
his
turban
.
What
was
going
on
?
The
turban
fell
away
.
Quirrell
's
head
looked
strangely
small
without
it
.
Then
he
turned
slowly
on
the
spot
.
Harry
would
have
screamed
,
but
he
could
n't
make
a
sound
.
Where
there
should
have
been
a
back
to
Quirrell
's
head
,
there
was
a
face
,
the
most
terrible
face
Harry
had
ever
seen
.
It
was
chalk
white
with
glaring
red
eyes
and
slits
for
nostrils
,
like
a
snake
.
