Ian Hart credited as playing...
Professor Quirrell
- Harry Potter: Where's Hermione?
- Neville Longbottom: Parvati Patil says that she wouldn't come out of the girls bathroom. She said that she'd been in there all afternoon, crying.
- [Harry looks at Ron, who shrugs]
- Quirinus Quirrell: [runs into the Great Hall] Tro-o-o-o-oll! In the *dungeon*!
- [whimpers]
- Quirinus Quirrell: Troll in the dungeon!
- [Dumbledore and McGonagall stand up, all the kids stare at Quirrell]
- Quirinus Quirrell: [looking ill] Thought you ought to know.
- [faints as kids scream in horror and run for the door]
- Albus Dumbledore: SI-I-I-I-ILENCE!
- [everybody stops screaming]
- Albus Dumbledore: Everyone will please not panic! Now... prefects will lead their house back to the dormitories. Teachers will follow me to the dungeons.
- Voldemort: Harry Potter. We meet again.
- Harry: Voldemort?
- Voldemort: Yes. You see what I've become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another, a mere parasite! Unicorn blood can sustain me, but it cannot give me a body of my own. But there is something that can; something that, conveniently enough, lies in your pocket!
- [Harry attempts to escape with the Stone; to Quirrell]
- Voldemort: Stop him!
- [Quirrell snaps his fingers, causing a perimeter of fire to block Harry's path]
- Quirinus Quirrell: What is it? What do you see?
- Harry Potter: Uh, I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the House Cup.
- Voldemort: He lies.
- Quirinus Quirrell: Tell the *truth*! What do you see?
- Voldemort: Let me speak to him.
- Quirinus Quirrell: Master, you are not strong enough.
- Voldemort: I have strengh enough for this.
- [Quirrell turns his back to the Mirror of Erised: as he unravels his turban, Harry checks the stairs and backs toward them; Quirrell removes the turban, revealing a face on the back of his head; reflected in the Mirror, the face's veiny, pale skin stretches as it takes shape; it has thin, red eyes and a narrow nose]
- Voldemort: Harry Potter, we meet again.
- Harry Potter: Voldemort.
- Professor Quirrel: What is this magic?
- Voldemort: Fool, get the stone!
- [Harry grabs Quirrell's face, and he blisters painfully, but then crumbles from existence, a horcrux all along. There is nothing more Harry could do, but pick up the Sorcerer's Stone, until Voldemort's spirit rises from the ashes, scares Harry unconscious and flies away]
- [Harry descents a stone staircase into a deep, dark chamber; touching his scar in pain, he sees Quirrell standing before the Mirror of Erised at the bottom of the chamber]
- Harry Potter: You?
- [Quirrell turns to face him]
- Harry Potter: No, it can't be. Snape, he was the...
- Quirinus Quirrell: Yes. He does seem the type, doesn't he? But next to him, who would suspect "p-p-p-p-poor, st-t-t-tuttering Professor Quirrell"?
- Harry Potter: But that day, during the Quidditch match, Snape tried to kill me!
- Quirinus Quirrell: Mmm, no, dear boy. *I* tried to kill you! And trust me, if Snape's cloak hadn't caught fire and broken my eye contact, I would have succeeded! Even with Snape muttering his little counter curse.
- Harry Potter: Snape was... trying to *save* me?
- Quirinus Quirrell: I knew you were a danger to me right from the off! Especially after Halloween.
- Harry Potter: Th-then, then *you* let the troll in!
- Quirinus Quirrell: Very good, Potter, yes. Snape, unfortunately, wasn't fooled. While everyone else was running about the dungeon, he went to the third floor to head me off!
- [slowly turns back to the mirror]
- Quirinus Quirrell: He, of course... never trusted me again.
- [Harry touches his scar in pain again]
- Quirinus Quirrell: He barely left me alone, but he doesn't understand. I'm *never* alone, never.