Evil, terrifying, dressed in black robes, and at Hogwarts... The trio couldn't think of anyone else who fit those conditions.
"We always thought Quirrell wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone to make gold..." Ron's voice was hoarse, his tone grave. "But now it seems he probably wanted to use the Philosopher's Stone to prolong his life."
Harry and Hermione nodded. They had never considered the possibility of prolonging life before. After all, Quirrell looked so young—who could have imagined such a development?
This new discovery weighed heavily on their hearts.
Because the nature of the matter had suddenly changed, even though the three of them were still young, they could tell which was more serious: money or life.
Ron gritted his teeth. "I should have realized it sooner. Last year, he was insane enough to cast the Killing Curse on Vaughn in the castle—how could he have been doing it just for gold? Murder and theft aren't remotely the same thing. Theft only gets you sent to Azkaban, but murder means facing the Dementor's Kiss!"
Once again, Harry had no idea what Ron was talking about.
For now, he had no mood to ask what Azkaban was or what the Dementor's Kiss meant. He only felt that... he had better cram some basic magical-world knowledge over the summer holidays.
He asked anxiously, "Then what do we do now?"
Because he had suddenly realized that his plan seemed impossible to carry out.
Compared with Harry and Ron's panic and anger, Hermione remained calm. After thinking for a moment, she said, "This is no longer something we can handle, Harry. We have to notify Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore as soon as possible."
"But..."
"No buts, and don't use finding evidence as an excuse anymore!" Hermione put on a stern face. "Quirrell even