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"
What
sort
of
magic
do
you
teach
,
Professor
Quirrell
?
"
"
D-Defense
Against
the
D-D-Dark
Arts
,
"
muttered
Professor
Quirrell
,
as
though
he
'd
rather
not
think
about
it
.
"
N-not
that
you
n-need
it
,
eh
,
P-P-Potter
?
"
He
laughed
nervously
.
"
You
'll
be
g-getting
all
your
equipment
,
I
suppose
?
I
've
g-got
to
p-pick
up
a
new
b-book
on
vampires
,
m-myself
.
"
He
looked
terrified
at
the
very
thought
.
But
the
others
would
n't
let
Professor
Quirrell
keep
Harry
to
himself
.
It
took
almost
ten
minutes
to
get
away
from
them
all
.
At
last
,
Hagrid
managed
to
make
himself
heard
over
the
babble
.
"
Must
get
on
--
lots
ter
buy
.
Come
on
,
Harry
.
"
Doris
Crockford
shook
Harry
's
hand
one
last
time
,
and
Hagrid
led
them
through
the
bar
and
out
into
a
small
,
walled
courtyard
,
where
there
was
nothing
but
a
trash
can
and
a
few
weeds
.
Hagrid
grinned
at
Harry
.
"
Told
yeh
,
did
n't
I
?
Told
yeh
you
was
famous
.
Even
Professor
Quirrell
was
tremblin
'
ter
meet
yeh
--
mind
you
,
he
's
usually
tremblin
'
.
"
"
Is
he
always
that
nervous
?
"
"
Oh
,
yeah
.
Poor
bloke
.
Brilliant
mind
.
He
was
fine
while
he
was
studyin
'
outta
books
but
then
he
took
a
year
off
ter
get
some
firsthand
experience
...
They
say
he
met
vampires
in
the
Black
Forest
,
and
there
was
a
nasty
bit
o
'
trouble
with
a
hag
--
never
been
the
same
since
.
Scared
of
the
students
,
scared
of
his
own
subject
--
now
,
where
's
me
umbrella
?
"
Vampires
?
Hags
?
Harry
's
head
was
swimming
.
Hagrid
,
meanwhile
,
was
counting
bricks
in
the
wall
above
the
trash
can
.
