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The
company
around
the
table
watched
Voldemort
apprehensively
,
each
of
them
,
by
his
or
her
expression
,
afraid
that
they
might
be
blamed
for
Harry
Potter
's
continued
existence
.
Voldemort
,
however
,
seemed
to
be
speaking
more
to
himself
than
to
any
of
them
,
still
addressing
the
unconscious
body
above
him
.
"
I
have
been
careless
,
and
so
have
been
thwarted
by
luck
and
chance
,
those
wreckers
of
all
but
the
best-laid
plans
.
But
I
know
better
now
.
I
understand
those
things
that
I
did
not
understand
before
.
I
must
be
the
one
to
kill
Harry
Potter
,
and
I
shall
be
.
"
At
these
words
,
seemingly
in
response
to
them
,
a
sudden
wail
sounded
,
a
terrible
,
drawn-out
cry
of
misery
and
pain
.
Many
of
those
at
the
table
looked
downward
,
startled
,
for
the
sound
had
seemed
to
issue
from
below
their
feet
.
"
Wormtail
,
"
said
Voldemort
,
with
no
change
in
his
quiet
,
thoughtful
tone
,
and
without
removing
his
eyes
from
the
revolving
body
above
,
"
have
I
not
spoken
to
you
about
keeping
our
prisoner
quiet
?
"
"
Yes
,
m-my
Lord
,
"
gasped
a
small
man
halfway
down
the
table
,
who
had
been
sitting
so
low
in
his
chair
that
it
appeared
,
at
first
glance
,
to
be
unoccupied
.
Now
he
scrambled
from
his
seat
and
scurried
from
the
room
,
leaving
nothing
behind
him
but
a
curious
gleam
of
silver
.
"
As
I
was
saying
,
"
continued
Voldemort
,
looking
again
at
the
tense
faces
of
his
followers
,
"
I
understand
better
now
.
I
shall
need
,
for
instance
,
to
borrow
a
wand
from
one
of
you
before
I
go
to
kill
Potter
.
"
The
faces
around
him
displayed
nothing
but
shock
;
he
might
have
announced
that
he
wanted
to
borrow
one
of
their
arms
.
"
No
volunteers
?
"
said
Voldemort
.
"
Let
's
see
...
Lucius
,
I
see
no
reason
for
you
to
have
a
wand
anymore
.
"
Lucius
Malfoy
looked
up
.
His
skin
appeared
yellowish
and
waxy
in
the
firelight
,
and
his
eyes
were
sunken
and
shadowed
.
When
he
spoke
,
his
voice
was
hoarse
.
