Ian Hart: Professor Quirrell
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Professor Quirrel : Troll! In the dungeons!
[looks sick]
Professor Quirrel : Thought you ought to know.
[faints and crumples onto the floor]
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Voldemort : There is no good and evil. There is only power, and those too weak to seek it.
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Harry : You! No, it can't be. Snape, he - he was the...
Professor Quirrel : Yes, he does seem the type, doesn't he? Why, next to him, who would suspect p-p-poor, st-st-stuttering Professor Quirrell?
Harry : But that day, during the Quidditch match, Snape tried to kill me.
Professor Quirrel : No, dear boy. *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.
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Voldemort : Harry Potter. We meet again.
Harry : Voldemort?
Voldemort : Yes. You see what I've become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another, a mere parasite! Unicorn blood can sustain me, but it cannot give me a body of my own. But there is something that can; something that, conveniently enough, lies in your pocket!
[Harry attempts to escape with the Stone; to Quirrell]
Voldemort : Stop him!
[Quirrell snaps his fingers, causing a perimeter of fire to block Harry's path]
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Harry : Where's Hermione?
Neville Longbottom : Parvati Patil says that she wouldn't come out of the girls bathroom. She said that she'd been in there all afternoon, crying.
[Harry looks at Ron, who shrugs]
Professor Quirrel : [comes running to Dumbledore] TROLL IN THE DUNGEON! TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!
[Dumbledore and McGonagall stand up, all the kids stare at Quirrell]
Professor Quirrel : Thought you ought to know.
[faints]
Dumbledore : [kids scream] Silence!
[everybody stops screaming]
Dumbledore : Please do not panic. Now, Prefects will lead their house back to the dormitories, and teachers will follow me to the dungeons.
[kids follow Percy, while Snape walks away and closes the door]
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Professor Quirrel : What is it? What do you see?
Harry : Uh, I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the House Cup.
Voldemort : He lies.
Professor Quirrel : Tell the truth! What do you see?
Voldemort : Let me speak to him.
Professor Quirrel : Master, you are not strong enough.
Voldemort : I have strengh enough for this.
[Quirrell turns his back to the Mirror of Erised. As he unravels his turban, Harry checks the stairs and backs toward them. Quirrell removes the turban, revealing a face on the back of his head. Reflected in the Mirror, the face's veiny, pale skin stretches as it takes shape. It has thin, red eyes and a narrow nose]
Voldemort : Harry Potter, we meet again.
Harry : Voldemort.
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Professor Quirrel : What is this magic?
Voldemort : Fool, get the stone!
[Harry grabs Quirrell's face, and he blisters painfully, but then crumbles from existence, a horcrux all along. There is nothing more Harry could do, but pick up the Sorcerer's Stone, until Voldemort's spirit rises from the ashes, scares Harry unconscious and flies away]
