This is what I found:
A pale young man mande his way forward, very nervously. One of his eyes ws twitching.
"Professr Quirrell!" said Hgd. "Harry, Professor Quirrell will be one of your teachers at Hogwarts."
"P-P-Potter," stammered Professor Quirrell, grasping Harry's hand, "c-can't t-tell you how p-pleased I am to meet you."
"What sort of magic do you teach, Professor Quirrell?"
"D-Defense Against the D-D-Dark Arts," muttered Professor Quirrell, as though he'd rather not think of it. "N-not that you n-need it eh P-P-Potter?" He laughe nervously. "You'll be g-getting all your equipment, I suppose? I've g-got to p-pick p a new b-book on vampires, m-myself." He looked terrified at the very thought.
But the others wouldn't let Profesor Quirrell keep Harry to himself. It took alost ten minutes to get away from them all. At last, Hagid mangaged to make himelf heard over the babble.
"Must get on-- losts ter buy. oe on, Harry."
Doris Crockford shook Harry's hand one last time and Hagrid led them through the bar and out into a small, walled courtyard, where there was nothing but a trash can and a few weeds....
It was Doris Crockford that shook his hand over and over....