I hated refereeing the Quidditch match and I knew that I would. This was especially because I had to keep on giving penalties to Hufflepuff because of the way that Gryffindor were playing. Fred or George Weasley, I can't tell which, kept on hitting Bludgers at me. I hate being a biased member of staff. But suddenly, I saw a flash of red shoot by that missed me by inches. I came to the conclusion that he sped past me like that on purpose, even though it was because he saw the Golden Snitch. Apparently, the game broke the record for the shortest game in Hogwarts history. Although I was glad that the game was over, I was still annoyed that Gryffindor won.

Because I was becoming more and more suspicious of Quirrell and his interest in the Stone in Hogwarts, I organised a meeting with him in the Dark Forest during dinner. I made sure that no one else was watching and I ran into the Forest to find him there. He was supposedly stuttering more than ever, saying that he didn't know why I wanted to meet him there of all places. Obviously, I found that quite a stupid thing to say, as we needed to keep things private, and I told him so.

"Students aren't supposed to know about the Philosopher's Stone, after all," I added.

"I don-t know what you -"

I didn't believe him for a second and made sure that he knew that.

"You know perfectly well what I mean," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

I heard some rustling as if there were something in the trees. I assumed that it was an owl and carried on.

"I know you have an idea about how to get to the Stone, with your little bit of hocus pocus. I am waiting."

But as Quirrell continued to deny knowledge of what I was talking about, I decided that I would wait. Just a little longer to let him think.

"We'll have another little chat soon, when you've had time to think things over about where your loyalties lie," I finished testing to see Quirrell's reaction. He looked terrified, which made me feel satisfied. It looked like the suspicions were pointing more and more towards Quirrell.

Throwing my cloak back over my head, I walked quickly back towards the castle, still hearing the rustling of the birds in the trees behind me.