In the dark, damp room, pained moans rose and fell from time to time.
"Gasp—gasp—"
Under the moonlight, Professor Quirrell faced the floor-length mirror and changed his bandages by himself using its reflection.
He had no one he could trust, nor did he dare let Madam Pomfrey know about this. He could only steal some medicine from Snape and hastily tend to his wounds.
Throughout the process, prickling pain kept shooting through every part of his body, as though his skin were being scorched by flames every moment.
"Wuu—wuuu—"
As he looked at the dense scars covering his body like crawling centipedes, Quirrell's sighs grew heavier, almost sounding like sobs as they echoed bleakly in the night wind.
"Useless trash! Are you crying—over a child?"
A second voice suddenly rang out in Quirrell's otherwise empty room. Horrifying and savage, it sounded like a demon's howl in the silent chamber.
"M-master, forgive me—I'm really in too much pain."
"Idiot! Rather than the pain, there are other things you should be paying attention to!"
From the Back of Quirrell's Head, a hideous, terrifying face roared in fury. Its skin was chalky white, its red eyes gleamed, and beneath them were two long, narrow nostrils like a snake's.
"Master, what should I be paying attention to? That child named Damon is terrifyingly strong. I can't defeat him. I'm afraid I won't be able to get the Sorcerer's Stone for you!"
"Are you trying to betray me, Quirrell? You disgusting piece of filth! The moment you saw power greater than your own, you began to doubt your master's strength?
Idiot! Can't you feel the power that pain brings?"
"M-master, you mean...?"
"Use the Killing Curse yourself and feel it properly. Dark Magic is the strongest magic in the world!"
Hearing this, Quirrell used Transfiguration