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]
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