Professor McGonagall led Harry aside, and the atmosphere in the tavern became exceedingly oppressive.
"Let him finish what he has to say." Barty Crouch broke the tense silence. Quirrell was on the verge of death; they had to make him reveal everything he knew as quickly as possible.
"Continue with what happened next," Rasim ordered Quirrell.
"Lucas and Harry vanished, and we lost the Philosopher's Stone. The master was furious, but we had no other choice. We could only go find Nicolas Flamel... Fortunately, we knew his address. We Apparated there, and then the master dispelled the magic around his house and forced his way inside."
"Nicolas Flamel was very old. He almost—cough, cough, cough..." Quirrell suddenly began coughing violently, his breathing weakening further. "He... he never expected us to break in. We subdued him effortlessly, then threatened him with his wife and made him hand over the Elixir of Life. He did not seem to value the Elixir of Life very much. He gave it all to us."
"The m-master thought he was trying to deceive him and threatened him into confirming whether the Elixir of Life was real. In the end, he even killed his wife. But Nicolas Flamel seemed frightened senseless and stopped talking. The master actually knew that the Elixir of Life he had obtained was genuine. He killed that old man because he was angry, but he still did not kill Nicolas Flamel. He was worried that if anything else happened, Nicolas Flamel might still be useful."
Several people looked toward Dumbledore. They all knew that Nicolas Flamel and his wife were Dumbledore's friends.
Yet Dumbledore remained expressionless.
"We left Nicolas Flamel's home and returned to the graveyard, where we prepared the potion again..." As Quirrell reached this point, his face twisted in pain. "I