"This......... what is happening? How is this possible? How....... can this be?"
The blurred voice squeezed out intermittently like a broken bellows, while the owner of the voice was currently suffering from incoherent and indescribable agony.
Professor Quirrell clutched his head tightly as if in spasms, his ten fingers digging deep into his hair like eagle talons, pulling fiercely. Several strands of hair were ripped out by the roots, stained with wisps of blood, but he was completely oblivious.
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