    That wasn’t quite true – there had been something, the faint trace of it making the hair on Harry’s arms stand on end and his scar tingle. The stutter had thrown Harry off, and he wasn’t sure why, but it made him feel even more unsettled. He wasn’t entirely sure how to explain it to his new friends, though, so he left it alone. If he couldn’t figure it out right now, he was sure that Professor Quirrell would reveal something more of himself.