You notice a small bead of sweat trickle down Quirrell’s forehead. You sense that he is nervous. Perhaps he neglected to mention an important aspect of this plan. Or maybe he was just growing nervous that you haven’t caught his subtle sign that the plan was ready to go.
Not wanting to waste anymore time, you quickly pull out the cold Recollector and, without thinking, instinctively tap the wand to the notch on the top of orb.
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