Chapter 32:
Harry just shrugged. "Maybe, who knows?"
Neville looked slightly white and Harry decided to take pity on his friend. "I wouldn't worry Nev, even if he did annoy a group of vicious vampires, you're safe at Hogwarts."
Neville looked slightly calmer and smiled gratefully. "Yeah, thanks."
"R-r-right t-then class, my n-n-n-name is Professor Q-Quirrell...." After five minutes, Harry decided that when he finally fixed Tom, he would hit the man; the speech impediments were not funny and this was just too much.
By the end of the lesson, Harry was no closer to figuring out what to do about Quirrellmort. The man had not been obvious about observing Harry and, had it not been for Moody's teachings in Harry's last life, he probably would have missed the man's observations; he was smart about it.
After leaving Neville, who had his first Potions lesson, Harry and the girls walked to Transfiguration by following the waiting prefects. Harry had decided to sit with Terry as he didn't want to isolate his housemates and he had never really gotten to know the boy in his last life.
"So, what did you think of Quirrell?" Terry asked as they waited outside the classroom door.
"Well, he's a good enough teacher, it's just...." Harry trailed off.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Maybe we should put a study group together in the common room for Defence this year," Terry suggested.
"Maybe, but I think we should ask the rest of our year," Harry said and, after seeing Terry frown, he added, "I'm sure some of them would love a chance to study, and if it doesn't work out we can always cancel it and stick to fellow ravens."
Terry looked conflicted but agreed, "I suppose. I mean, some of them have to at least want to pass."