hed gotteone.
”well?” said quirrell impatiently. ”what do you see?”
harry screwed up his ce.
”i see myself shaking hands with dumbledore,” he ied. ”i --
ive won the house cup fryffindor.”
quirrell cursed again.
”get out of the way,” he said. as harry moved aside, he felt
the sorcerers sto his leg. dare he make a break for it?
but he hadnt walked five paces befh voice spoke,
though quirrell wasnt moving his lips.
”he lies... he lies...”
”potter, e 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 nh!”
”i have strength enough... for this....”
harry felt as if devils sing him to the spot. he
t move a muscle. petrified, he watched as quirrell reached
up ao un his turban. what was goiurban
fell away. quirrells head lely small without it. then
he turned slowly o.
harry would have screamed, but he t make a sound. where
there should have been a back to quirrells 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.
”harry potter...” it whispered.
harry tried to take a step backward but his legs wouldnt move.
”see what i have bee?” the face said. ”mere shadow and
vapor ... i have form only when i share anothers body... but
there have always been those willio their hearts and
minds.... uni blothehese past weeks... you
saw faithful quirrell drinking it for me i... and once
i have the elixir of life, i will be able to create a body of my
ohy dont you give me that stone in your pocket?”
so he khe feeling suddenly surged bato harrys
legs. he stumbled backward.
”dont be a fool,” she face.