the time you have to add up that many excuses in a theory, it can't be at the top of the list anymore. Anything else in particular you think I ought to think about, within the range of all other possibilities?"
There was a long silence. The Defense Professor's eyes dropped down to look at the empty teacup before them, seeming unusually distant.
"I suppose I can think of one final suspect," the Defense Professor said at last.
Harry nodded.
The Defense Professor didn't seem to notice, but only spoke on. "Has the Headmaster has told you anything - even a hint - about Professor Trelawney's prophecy?"
"
"You
And that was as far as Professor Trelawney had gotten before Dumbledore had grabbed her and vanished.
"Oh,
Harry thought he'd put too much force into the end statement, and was 80%-expecting Professor Quirrell to say,
"That is foolish," the Defense Professor said sharply, "if indeed you are telling me the truth. Prophecies are not trivial things. I have racked my brain much over the little that I heard, but such a small fragment is simply too little."
"You think the one who's coming is the one who might've framed Hermione?" said Harry. As his mind allocated yet another hypothesis,
"With no offense meant to Miss Granger," the Defense Professor said with another frown, "her life or death does not seem that important. But someone
Harry nodded, and mentally sighed because he was going to have to redo his Lord-Voldemort odds calculation with yet another piece of evidence in the mix.
Professor Quirrell spoke with eyes half-lidded, looking out like through slits. "More than the question of whom the prophecy spoke - who was meant to
"Honestly, no," Harry said. "It had honestly slipped clear out of my mind."
"Then I am rather put out with him," Professor Quirrell said softly. "In fact, I think that I am angry."
Harry said nothing. He didn't even sweat. It might've been a poor reason for confidence, but on this particular score, Harry did happen to be innocent.
Professor Quirrell nodded once, sharply, as though in acknowledgment. "If there is nothing more to say between us, Mr. Potter, you may go."
"I can think of one
There was another of those moments of silence that was almost a sound in itself.
"As for
"...so I fear I must take my leave," Dumbledore was saying gravely. "I promised Quirinus... that is to say, I promised the Defense Professor... that I would not make any attempt to uncover his true identity, in my own person or any other."
"And why'd you make a fool promise like that, then?" snapped Mad-Eye Moody.
"It was an unalterable condition of his employment, or so he said." Dumbledore glanced at Professor McGonagall, a wry smile briefly flitting over his face. "And Minerva made it clear to me that Hogwarts
"I did not
"Your expression said it for you, my dear."
And so soon the four of them - Harry, Professor McGonagall, the Potions Master, and Alastor Moody aka 'Mad- Eye' - were ensconced all by themselves in the Headmaster's office.
It was strange how the Headmaster's office seemed...