"It seems your situation is not going well, Tom!" Dumbledore murmured softly, staring at the silver instruments on the desk.
"Since you knew that professor named Quirrell was problematic, why didn't you just drive him away?" the portrait of the fat wizard with a red nose on the headmaster's office wall spoke up. "I think he's gone mad, actually planning to use a unicorn's blood to prolong his life."
"I have no idea what you are trying to do," the portrait of the old wizard with a goat's beard continued. "That so-called Boy Who Lived seems to me to be merely an eleven-year-old wizard—far too young. Don't you think you are taking a huge risk?"
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