Quirrell: You're Actually Pretty Nice

"So you, you were... out wandering at night?" Quirrell looked at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, then at Kane's two pockets stuffed full of spider silk.

"Ah, a, a young wizard not only sneaked out at night, but, but also went to a spider nest. Th-that's too dangerous. You wouldn't want Professor McGonagall to know."

"Ah, yes, I'm very sorry. I'm guilty. I'll go find Professor McGonagall and turn myself in right now." With an expression like he had eaten shit, Kane moved to go around Quirrell. After what had happened during the day, Quirrell was a complete freak in his eyes.

He would rather be touched by Quirrell's wand than by those claws thoroughly steeped in garlic.

"Wait, I, I didn't mean that. I was too anxious during the day. I've, I've never had a young wizard come looking for me on his own, you know. I can help you keep it secret," Quirrell hurriedly said when he saw Kane immediately trying to take the long way around him.

Kane shook his head. "Nope. I'm going to confess right now. Bye, then."

"Perhaps, perhaps we can make a deal. We... I need your instrument that can hypnotize people. What, what do you need?"

Kane suddenly stopped and turned back to look at Quirrell. "Do you have gems? Rubies, sapphires, amethysts?"

Quirrell immediately nodded. Compared to spending a fortune disguising himself as a man in black to buy a dragon egg and pry information out of Hagrid, the instrument in Kane's hands that could hypnotize living creatures was far more cost-effective.

"G-gems, I don't have any. I can give you Galleons. You, you can go to Gringotts and b-buy them yourself."

As he spoke, Quirrell actually pulled a weighty little pouch from his pocket and handed it