Harry passed through the magical flames and entered the room where the Philosopher's Stone was kept, only to find the Mirror of Erised and Professor Quirrell.
At the sight of Quirrell, Harry gasped in shock!
What followed was a round of Harry asking questions and Quirrell answering them.
Quirrell really was one obliging bastard! Not only did he answer every question, but sometimes he even worried Harry might not understand and thoughtfully explained things, as though he were terrified Harry might misunderstand Snape!
When Jerry entered the room with Fiendfyre surrounding him, he heard Quirrell shout, "Let me see!"
"No!"
"Honestly, what am I going to do with you?" Quirrell removed his turban, his expression changing as his voice turned harsh. "Be good and let me see!"
Ah! This... Jerry felt awkward at his sudden entrance. Had he come at a bad time?
"Um, sorry. I came at a bad time!"
After a moment of surprise at Jerry's sudden appearance, Quirrell said, "No, you've come at just the right time."
Jerry: "..."
"Jerry, watch out for Quirrell!" Harry cried excitedly when he saw Jerry. "He's the one behind everything!"
"Fiendfyre!"
Jerry immediately waved his Wand and summoned Fiendfyre to separate Harry from Quirrell. Then he hurried over, grabbed Harry, and pulled him aside, keeping their distance from Quirrell for the moment.
"Jerry Green, long time no see!" After the Fiendfyre forced Quirrell back, a hoarse voice spoke from the back of his head. "Our collab—"
"Shut up, you shameless old scoundrel!" Jerry cut him off before he could finish, cursing Quirrell and Voldemort. "You shameless old scoundrel! You've wasted sixty-six years of life, achieved nothing, and done nothing but wag your tongue and aid evil! A dog with a broken spine, yet you still dare bark at me! I've never