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"Potter, come back here!" Quirrell shouted.
“波特，到這兒來！”奇洛喊道。
"Tell me the truth! What did you just see?"
“把實話告訴我！你剛才看見了什么？”
The high voice spoke again.
那個尖厲的嗓音又說話了。
"Let me speak to him... face-to-face..."
“讓我來跟他談……面對面地談……”
"Master, you are not strong enough!"
“主人，你的體力還沒有恢復啊！”
"I have strength enough... for this...."
“這點力氣……我還是有的……”
Harry felt as if Devil's Snare was rooting him to the spot.
哈利覺得自己仿佛被魔鬼網牢牢纏住了。
He couldn't move a muscle.
渾身上下絲毫也動彈不得。
Petrified, he watched as Quirrell reached up and began to unwrap his turban.
他呆呆地站在那里，看著奇洛舉起手解下他頭上的圍巾。
What was going on?
這是怎么回事？
The turban fell away. Quirrell's head looked strangely small without it.
大圍巾落了下來，奇洛裸露的腦袋看上去小得出奇。
Then he turned slowly on the spot.
然后，他慢慢地原地轉過身去。
Harry would have screamed, but he couldn't make a sound.
哈利想放聲尖叫，但發不出一點兒聲音。
Where there should have been a back to Quirrell's head,
在原本該是奇洛后腦勺的地方，
there was a face, the most terrible face Harry had ever seen.
長著一張臉，哈利還從來沒有看見過這樣猙獰恐怖的臉。
It was chalk white with glaring red eyes and slits for nostrils, like a snake.
那張臉的顏色像粉筆一樣死白，紅通通的眼睛放出光來，下面是兩道像蛇一般細長的鼻孔。
"Harry Potter..." it whispered.
“哈利波特……”他耳語般地說。
Harry tried to take a step backward but his legs wouldn't move.
哈利想往后退，可是他的雙腿不聽使喚。
