Professor Quirrell looked at Harry Potter, his face expressionless. For a moment Harry wondered if the man would reveal all his secret identities, quietly reveling in all his deceptions, all the wool he had managed to pull over Harry’s eyes. Or perhaps the Defense Professor would mockingly explain that it was by mastering Harry’s own techniques that he had managed to win so utterly.
Instead, Quirrell pulled out a gun and shot Harry.
Professor Quirrell looked at Harry Potter, his face expressionless. For a moment Harry wondered if the man would reveal all his secret identities, quietly reveling in all his deceptions, all the wool he had managed to pull over Harry’s eyes. Or perhaps the Defense Professor would mockingly explain that it was by mastering Harry’s own techniques that he had managed to win so utterly.
Instead, Quirrell pulled out a gun and shot Harry.