Having drunk the potion, the two stepped through the flaming doorway and soon saw a figure standing before the Mirror of Erised. Harry recognized the owner of the figure, a look of profound confusion in his eyes. Iblis, standing beside him, on the other hand, grew visibly invigorated.
"It's you? I thought it was Professor Snape..."
"Of course. Thanks to that gloomy, terrifying man, who could have—could have—could have ever imagined it was... was someone like me?" Quirrell turned around, his body no longer trembling, and mocked Harry with a feigned stutter.
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