”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,