Harry Potter: Chapter 17 - The Man With Two Faces (FINAL CHAPTER)
Chapter 17
The Man With Two Faces
Harry is not alone in the room. There is someone there already - but it is not Snape. It is not Voldemort, either. It is Quirrell. “You!” cries Harry. Quirrell smiles. “Yes, Potter, it is me,” he answers. “I was wondering if you would get this far.” Quirrell does not stutter once. “But I thought… Snape!” Quirrell laughs a cold, sharp laugh. “Severus? Yes, Severus has been very useful to us. The perfect distraction. Next to him, who would ever suspect p-p-poor, stuttering P-p-professor Quirrell?”
Harry does not understand. “But Snape tried to kill me at the Quidditch game!” he cries. “No, no, no, you silly boy. I tried to kill you at the game, but your little friend, Miss Granger, accidentally knocked me over when she was running to set Snape on fire. She made me lose eye contact with you. If it weren’t for her, I would have knocked you off your broom. I would have been faster, but Snape was using a countercurse, trying to save you.”
“Snape was trying to save me?” Harry says. He still cannot believe it. “Of course he was,” answers Quirrell. “Why do you think he wanted to referee your next match? It didn’t matter anyway. I couldn’t have done anything with Dumbledore there. What a waste of time. After all, I’m going to kill you tonight.”
Suddenly, Quirrell snaps his fingers. Ropes appear out of thin air and wrap themselves around Harry’s hands and feet. Harry cannot move. The ropes are very tight. “You’re too much trouble to allow you to live, Potter.” Quirrell continues. “You ruined my plans on Halloween. I wasn’t sure if you knew about me and the Stone…”
“You let the troll in, didn’t you?” asks Harry, incredulous. “Of course I did. I sent it to kill you. But you and your little friends were stronger than I expected. And Snape already suspected me. That’s why he went to the third floor before me. But the three-headed dog couldn’t even bite his leg off correctly. You just wait there, Potter, while I finish what I started here.” Quirrell turns away from Harry and moves towards the far wall.
Chapter 17
Capítulo 17
The Man With Two Faces
O homem de duas caras
Harry is not alone in the room. There is someone there already - but it is not Snape. It is not Voldemort, either. It is Quirrell. “You!” cries Harry. Quirrell smiles. “Yes, Potter, it is me,” he answers. “I was wondering if you would get this far.” Quirrell does not stutter once. “But I thought… Snape!” Quirrell laughs a cold, sharp laugh. “Severus? Yes, Severus has been very useful to us. The perfect distraction. Next to him, who would ever suspect p-p-poor, stuttering P-p-professor Quirrell?”
Harry não está sozinho na sala. Já tem alguém lá - mas não é Snape. Também não é Voldemort. É Quirrell. "Você!" grita Harry. Quirrell sorri. “Sim, Potter, sou eu,” ele responde. “Eu queria saber se você chegaria tão longe.” Quirrell não gagueja nenhuma vez. "Mas eu pensei... Snape!" Quirrell dá uma risada fria e cortante. “Severus? Sim, Severus tem sido muito útil para nós. A distração perfeita. Ao lado dele, quem suspeitaria do p-p-pobre e gago p-p-professor Quirrell?
Harry does not understand. “But Snape tried to kill me at the Quidditch game!” he cries. “No, no, no, you silly boy. I tried to kill you at the game, but your little friend, Miss Granger, accidentally knocked me over when she was running to set Snape on fire. She made me lose eye contact with you. If it weren’t for her, I would have knocked you off your broom. I would have been faster, but Snape was using a countercurse, trying to save you.”
Harry não entende. “Mas Snape tentou me matar no jogo de Quadribol!” ele grita. “Não, não, então, seu garoto bobo. Eu tentei te matar no jogo, mas sua amiguinha, Srta. Granger, acidentalmente me derrubou quando ela estava correndo para colocar fogo em Snape. Ela me fez perder contato visual com você. Se não fosse por ela, eu teria derrubado você da vassoura. Eu teria sido mais rápido, mas Snape estava usando um contrafeitiço, tentando salvar você.”
“Snape was trying to save me?” Harry says. He still cannot believe it. “Of course he was,” answers Quirrell. “Why do you think he wanted to referee your next match? It didn’t matter anyway. I couldn’t have done anything with Dumbledore there. What a waste of time. After all, I’m going to kill you tonight.”
"Snape estava tentando me salvar?" Harry diz. Ele ainda não consegue acreditar. “É claro que estava”, responde Quirrell. “Por que você acha que ele queria arbitrar sua próxima partida? De qualquer maneira, não importava. Eu não poderia ter feito nada com Dumbledore lá. Que perda de tempo. Afinal, vou matar você esta noite.”
Suddenly, Quirrell snaps his fingers. Ropes appear out of thin air and wrap themselves around Harry’s hands and feet. Harry cannot move. The ropes are very tight. “You’re too much trouble to allow you to live, Potter.” Quirrell continues. “You ruined my plans on Halloween. I wasn’t sure if you knew about me and the Stone…”
De repente, Quirrell estala os dedos. Cordas aparecem do nada e envolvem as mãos e os pés de Harry. Harry não consegue se mover. As cordas estão muito apertadas. "Você é muito problemático para deixar vivo, Potter." Quirrell continua. “Você arruinou meus planos para o Halloween. Eu não tinha certeza se você sabia sobre mim e a Pedra…”
“You let the troll in, didn’t you?” asks Harry, incredulous. “Of course I did. I sent it to kill you. But you and your little friends were stronger than I expected. And Snape already suspected me. That’s why he went to the third floor before me. But the three-headed dog couldn’t even bite his leg off correctly. You just wait there, Potter, while I finish what I started here.” Quirrell turns away from Harry and moves towards the far wall.
“Você deixou o troll entrar, não foi?” pergunta Harry, incrédulo. “Claro que sim. Eu enviei para matar você. Mas você e seus amiguinhos foram mais fortes do que eu esperava. E Snape já suspeitava de mim. É por isso que ele foi para o terceiro andar antes de mim. Mas o cachorro de três cabeças não conseguia nem arrancar a perna corretamente. Espere aí, Potter, enquanto eu termino o que comecei aqui.” Quirrell se afasta de Harry e vai em direção à parede oposta.
