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Harry took a deep breath and picked up the smallest bottle. He turned to face the black flames.
"He lies... He lies..."
"No, no, no," said Hermione. "No, we're not. Why don't you go to bed, Neville?"
"We'd noticed," said Hermione faintly.
"Do something," he said desperately.
"And sir, there's one more thing..."
Quirrell moved close behind him. Harry breathed in the funny smell that seemed to come from Quirrell's turban. He closed his eyes, stepped in front of the mirror, and opened them again.
He turned and cantered back into the depths of the forest, leaving Harry shivering behind him.
Only Ron stood by him.
Quirrell raised his hand to perform a deadly curse, but Harry, by instinct, reached up and grabbed Quirrell's face --
"Professor Dumbledore is a very great wizard, Potter, he has many demands on his time --
"Well, they did rather detest each other. Not unlike yourself and Mr. Malfoy. And then, your father did something Snape could never forgive."
"Snape's done it, then!" said Ron. "If Quirrell's told him how to break his Anti-Dark Force spell --"
"Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. He didn't realize that love as powerful as your mother's for you leaves its own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign... to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever. It is in your very skin. Quirrell, full of hatred, greed, and ambition, sharing his soul with Voldemort, could not touch you for this reason. It was agony to touch a person marked by something so good."。