;t his usual quivering

treble, either, but cold and sharp. "Yes, Severus does seem the

type, doesn't he? So useful to have him swooping around like an

overgrown bat. Next to him, who would suspect p-p-poor, st-stuttering

P-Professor Quirrell?"

Harry couldn't take it in. This couldn't be true, it couldn't.

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