"Harry felt as if Devil's Snare was rooting him to the spot. He couldn't move a muscle. Petrified, he watched as Quirrell reached up and began to unwrap his turban. What was going on? The turban fell away. Quirrell's head looked strangely small without it. Then he turned slowly on the spot.
Harry would have screamed, but he couldn't make a sound. Where there should have been a back to Quirrell's head, there was a face, the most terrible face Harry had ever seen. It was chalk white with glaring red eyes and slits for nostrils, like a snake."
Here is where Harry meets his rival of all time, Lord Voldemort. He stood while his rival, ghostly evil, seethed in front of the young boy. He didn't make a sound, or move a muscle. This part is emotionally moving, because it stops one from seeing this young boy, but instead, the reader sees someone of a much older age, fighting off this evil omen. He just stood there while that evil, man of hate, watched him slowly grow into a young man of strength. I wonder if he knew that one day it'd be just him and the boy. He stood there while his thoughts, all jumbled, swam around in his head.
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