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 | | Professor Quirrell obeyed the order, taking one long stride into the moonlit clearing. The milky light bleached his face, and his eyes blinked in the sudden illumination. All around him nested the shadows of the Forbidden Forest, towering oaks, slender sycamores, and beeches reaching for the heavens. He felt alone and vulnerable. |
 | | Bane placed his arm upon Quirrell's shoulder, and the professor jumped. The centaur's eyes seems to shine, to grow soft, for only a moment. |
 | | Quirrell looked toward the ground, and for several minutes, they stood still beneath the turning stars. |
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