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Without
pausing
to
think
,
Harry
tried
to
drag
back
the
hand
,
but
there
was
no
stopping
it
.
The
silver
tool
that
Voldemort
had
given
his
most
cowardly
servant
had
turned
upon
its
disarmed
and
useless
owner
;
Pettigrew
was
reaping
his
reward
for
his
hesitation
,
his
moment
of
pity
;
he
was
being
strangled
before
their
eyes
.
"
No
!
"
Ron
had
released
Wormtail
too
,
and
together
he
and
Harry
tried
to
pull
the
crushing
metal
fingers
from
around
Wormtail
's
throat
,
but
it
was
no
use
.
Pettigrew
was
turning
blue
.
"
Relashio
!
"
said
Ron
,
pointing
the
wand
at
the
silver
hand
,
but
nothing
happened
;
Pettigrew
dropped
to
his
knees
,
and
at
the
same
moment
,
Hermione
gave
a
dreadful
scream
from
overhead
.
Wormtail
's
eyes
rolled
upward
in
his
purple
face
;
he
gave
a
last
twitch
,
and
was
still
.
Harry
and
Ron
looked
at
each
other
,
then
leaving
Wormtail
's
body
on
the
floor
behind
them
,
ran
up
the
stairs
and
back
into
the
shadowy
passageway
leading
to
the
drawing
room
.
Cautiously
they
crept
along
it
until
they
reached
the
drawing
room
door
,
which
was
ajar
.
Now
they
had
a
clear
view
of
Bellatrix
looking
down
at
Griphook
,
who
was
holding
Gryffindor
's
sword
in
his
long-fingered
hands
.
Hermione
was
lying
at
Bellatrix
's
feet
.
She
was
barely
stirring
.
"
Well
?
"
Bellatrix
said
to
Griphook
.
"
Is
it
the
true
sword
?
"
Harry
waited
,
holding
his
breath
,
fighting
against
the
prickling
of
his
scar
.
"
No
,
"
said
Griphook
.
"
It
is
a
fake
.
"
"
Are
you
sure
?
"
panted
Bellatrix
.
"
Quite
sure
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
the
goblin
.
