![]() ![]() The feeling was brief and gone at once, Harry’s circuitry not rewired to respond to the negative feedback.Īnd a bit of the information was gained: the intrusion of this sort could be felt, and Professor Quirrell hadn’t tried it yet. That was a serious blow to the newborn hypothesis of no harm however, there was no true pain from the strike. ![]() ![]() Immediately, he felt as if slapped with something hot. ![]() He wasn’t sure if they could hurt each other at all-and wasn’t eager to check-but the likeliest option was that they were equal, at least in terms of the harming power.Īs he was pondering that, Harry, almost automatically, started following one of the outer strings of the Professor’s thought-yarn. Harry wanted to flinch, but then it dawned on him.Īs a pure thoughtform, Professor Quirrell had neither the gun nor Avada Kedavra. It started off vague, just a feeling of sheer wrongness that made him stutter his words, quickly transforming into horror as he realized just who the professor was. He went through many emotions upon recognizing the other being in front of him at first, he was relieved to find someone competent, someone to bounce off of the multitude of ideas plaguing his head. Harry wasn’t sure he could speak, but he tried nonetheless. ![]()
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