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"Hey, you!"
"Voldemort, is it - is it really you?"
"What's left of me."
"But I just heard that y...you were -"
"- destroyed? Yeah. But Quirrell, there's - there's a part of me that's still here. And I can't go onto the next plain without it. It's a part of me that can't be destroyed. Because it's right...in...here!"
"In my heart? So you came back?"
"I came home."
"And you don't want to kill Harry Potter anymore?"
"No. No. Because I learned something when I had my body back, Quirrell. I learned that life is...really messy, complicated and... it doesn't turn out the way that you think it will. You think killingpeople might make them like you, but it doesn't! It just makes people dead. I got...I got killed by atwo-year-old! And that's really embarrassing. And everybody is just like: when you're gonna comeback, Voldemort? When you're gonna take over the world? It's on me. It's all on me! And I think thenby myself: ('cuz no one is there) and I say to myself: Maybe with Quirrel things would be okay."
"Is 'okay' good?"
"Quirrell! Okay is wonderful!"

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