"Well he's evil."

"He said some very unpleasant things but that doesn't make him evil, just unpleasant."

"I suppose I could use the Power of Friendship..."

Victor still isn't entirely sure what that means.

"Something on your mind?"

"What's it to you?"

"Social curiosity."

"I'm just not sure what you mean by that."

"Using the Power of Friendship? That's just a fancy way of saying I'll become his friend and through that he will see the error in his ways."

"Oh."

"It actually does help, I'm just not sure I'll have an opening."

"We'll see."

"You have an idea?"

"Not exactly..."

"If you come up with one do let me know."

Nod.

"What do you guys have after lunch? We're free."

"Defence Against the Dark Arts."

"Oh, cool, tell me how that went, I'm curious about..." And she glances at the Head Table where Professor Quirrel looks too terrified to eat his soup.

"Yes," says Victor.

And soon they're done eating and the Gryffindors should go to DADA. Dayo decides she'll give that 'Power of Friendship' thing a try.

"Good luck," says Victor.

"Thank you!" And off she goes.

Time to go to Defence.

Quirrell's lesson turns out to be a bit of a joke. His classroom smells strongly of garlic, which someone mentions is to ward off a vampire he's met in Romania and is afraid will be coming back to get him one of these days. His turban, he tells them, was given to him by an African prince as a thank-you for getting rid of a troublesome zombie, but the kids aren't sure they believe this story. For one thing, when Seamus Finnigan asks eagerly to hear how Quirrell fought off the zombie, Quirrell goes pink and starts talking about the weather; for another, a funny smell seems to hang around the turban, not dissimilar to that of his classroom.