Just as Harry and Malfoy were on the verge of another fierce confrontation, Professor Quirrell arrived belatedly. The two of them could only return to their seats with lingering discontent, and the rest of the students gradually quieted down.
Professor Quirrell walked in with small, slightly panicked steps. His frame was thin and wrapped inside a large, billowing black cloak, making him look even more frail. The signature purple turban perched on his head was crooked, utterly failing to lend him any semblance of a proper professor. His complexion was as pale as paper, his lips completely devoid of color and trembling slightly, while his eyes darted nervously around the classroom like a startled fawn.
"Good afternoon, class..."
Chapter 18