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You nod, and say, "So, do you have a plan for getting in and getting my mom's journal?"

"Yes, as a matter if fact, I do."

Quirrell says with a small smile.

"Like I said earlier, your mother asked me to go to Albania at the beginning of Summer. I was l-looking for something for her...well, for her and for d-Dumbledore...and...and for me."

At this, Quirrell looks at you triumphantly. However, the intensity behind his eyes tell you, clearly, that he is not willing to talk about what he found. At least not yet.

Quirrell's smile fades, as a shadow settles over him.

"Well, when I heard what happened to your m-mother, I was devastated. I was...well, I was c-counting on your mother."

Quirrell's gaze seems to drift off to the distance for a heartbeat.

"Fortunately," he continues with a deep sigh, "I m-managed to run into a very intriguing goblin who was visiting Albania. As luck would have it, he was visiting f-family in Albania while on vacation from his post at the Gringott's branch located in Egypt. After some...negotiations, I was able to obtain this."

Quirrell reaches into his robes and pulls out what looks like a tiny dark sphere.

"This, , is our ticket into the high security wing at Gringotts."

He silently hands you the small sphere.

If you are talented in Astronomy or Dark Arts, turn to page 347.

Otherwise, turn to page 221.