But he doesn't understand - I'm never alone. While everyone else was running about the dungeons, he went to the third floor to head me off. I knew you were a danger to me right from the off. I tried to kill you! And trust me, if Snape's cloak hadn't caught fire and broken my eye contact, I would have succeeded! Even with Snape muttering his little counter-curse. He does seem the type, doesn't he? Next to him, who would suspect p-p-p-poor st-st-st-stuttering Professor Quirrell?īut that day, during the Quidditch match, Snape tried to kill me. You?! No, it can't- it can't be! Snape, he was- he was the one who. Just give me the Stone.Harry: "" You liar!Voldemort: Kill him!Quirrell: What is this magic?!Voldemort: Fool! Get the Stone! All I ask is for something in return.Voldemort: That's it, Harry. would you like to see your mother and father again? Together, we can bring them back. Why suffer a horrific death, when you can join me and live?Harry: Never!Voldemort: Bravery. Something that, conviently enough, lies in your pocket!Voldemort: Stop him!Voldemort: Don't be a fool. Unicorn blood can sustain me, but it cannot give me a body of my own. You see what I've become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another, a mere parasite. We meet again.Harry: Voldemort?Voldemort: Yes. I've won the House Cup.Creepy Voice: He lies.Quirrell: Tell the truth! What do you see?!Creepy Voice: Let me speak to him.Quirrell: Master, you are not strong enough!Creepy Voice: I have strength enough for this.Voldemort: Harry Potter. What do you see?Quirrell: What is it, what do you see?!Harry: I- I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. But how do I get it?!Creepy Voice: Use the boy.Quirrell: Come here, Potter! NOW!Quirrell: Now. Now, what does this mirror do? Yes, I see what I desire.
Especially after Halloween.Harry: Th-th-then you let the troll in!Quirrell: Very good, Potter, yes. trying to save me?Quirrell: I knew you were a danger to me right from the off. I tried to kill you! And trust me, if Snape's cloak hadn't caught fire and broken my eye contact, I would have succeeded! Even with Snape muttering his little counter-curse.Harry: Snape was.
He does seem the type, doesn't he? Next to him, who would suspect p-p-p-poor st-st-st-stuttering Professor Quirrell?Harry: But that day, during the Quidditch match, Snape tried to kill me.Quirrell: No, dear boy. Harry: You?! No, it can't- it can't be! Snape, he was- he was the one who-Quirrell: Yes, Snape.