"I'm sure several people were looking at you and then not looking at you at various moments of the match, Mr. Evans, but that's certainly no reason to believe they were jinxing your broom!"

"I don't know if it was Professor Quirrell, I only know the person who saw him thinks so. But I do think someone jinxed my broom."

"...well. Perhaps we could take your broom in for examination to determine whether it has been jinxed and what was done to it if so."

"All right. Thank you, Professor."

"You're welcome, Mr. Evans."

So he goes and gets his broom and gives it to Professor McGonagall.

Perhaps Dayo has had better luck.

Dayo: has not had better luck. Has had, if anything, worse luck. Professor Snape seems to think that students shouldn't be meddling where they're not welcome or some such.

Well... they've told someone about it, then? At least? That's something?

"Quirrell tried to kill Victor once; I'm sure he's going to do it again."

"He's not completely free to act, though, or he wouldn't have waited for the game. He'll probably need another opportunity like that."

"Question is, does that mean another Quidditch game or..."

"Probably either that or other similarly extraordinary events? I don't think anything's going to happen between now and the next game that hasn't happened fifty times over already."

"Maybe he'll release another troll."

"—oh that was totally him wasn't it."

"Who else? He's even the one who told everybody!"

"Yeah, I just—hadn't thought about that since. Ugh. That was probably a distraction—and it's even more likely Snape knows about him, then."

"Come to Hogwarts, where the good guys are bullies and the bad guys try to murder you," the raven mutters. "Now there's an education."

"...McGonagall's nice, at least? And she said she'd look into it..."

"Yeah. Better than nothing," he acknowledges. "Still."

"Still, the Headmaster leaves giant three-headed dogs in rooms that can be unlocked by using a first-year charm," he sighs. "Well, I don't think Quirrell's gonna try anything very soon, but we could set, like, dead man switches in case he does try. Victor should probably not walk around alone, like, ever, and you should probably be with him all the time—if anyone has a shot at escaping and telling someone if something happens it's you."

"Damn right," he croaks smugly.

"I wonder if there's a magical equivalent of, of a bug, or a walkie-talkie... That would be useful to collect evidence."

"Wouldn't that be nice."

"I'll look that up. And maybe get an older student to enchant something for me or something."