The long-unsettled question of "Who was really the youngest person at Hogwarts in mental age?" finally received an answer on this chaotic night.
On the way to the Headmaster's Office, a filthy Professor Quirrell followed Brian, nervous yet excited,
shouting all along the way and waking the portraits, who had only just managed to fall asleep again after Hagrid had disturbed them.
The portraits hurled some truly nasty abuse. Brian took the opportunity to learn a few regional slang expressions-not nice words, but they might come in handy someday.
"Heavens, moving paintings! So many of them! How amazing!"
Quirrell said weakly, in astonishment,
"Where is this? It feels a little familiar-as though I spent quite a long time here. But how could that be? I've lived in a cupboard ever since I was born. I've never been anywhere else!"
"...You're right." Brian sighed, unwilling to explain any further. He had tried, but it hadn't worked.
The amnesiac Quirrell now firmly believed he was an adult man who had suddenly sprouted from a damp cupboard, like some oddly shaped mushroom of an unknown variety.
He was also convinced that the impostor Quirrell treated him better than anyone else in the world. Just look: all he had to do was provide some hair at a set time every day, and he received delicious food and water. Where else could he find a better bargain?
The impostor Quirrell had even thoughtfully taught the genuine Quirrell how to use a portable toilet.
As a result, Quirrell had an extraordinarily favorable impression of the impostor Quirrell. "Oh, I don't know his name-but he gave me one: Stuttering Coward Quirrell. Apparently, it means someone brave. I like it very much. But I can tell he actually hates me. Even so, he takes time to chat with