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In
the
silence
Harry
imagined
he
could
hear
the
snake
hissing
slightly
as
it
coiled
and
uncoiled
--
or
was
it
Voldemort
's
sibilant
sigh
lingering
on
the
air
?
"
My
--
my
lord
?
"
said
Snape
blankly
.
"
I
do
not
understand
.
You
--
you
have
performed
extraordinary
magic
with
that
wand
.
"
"
No
,
"
said
Voldemort
.
"
I
have
performed
my
usual
magic
.
I
am
extraordinary
,
but
this
wand
...
no
.
It
has
not
revealed
the
wonders
it
has
promised
.
I
feel
no
difference
between
this
wand
and
the
one
I
procured
from
Ollivander
all
those
years
ago
.
"
Voldemort
's
tone
was
musing
,
calm
,
but
Harry
's
scar
had
begun
to
throb
and
pulse
:
Pain
was
building
in
his
forehead
,
and
he
could
feel
that
controlled
sense
of
fury
building
inside
Voldemort
.
"
No
difference
,
"
said
Voldemort
again
.
Snape
did
not
speak
.
Harry
could
not
see
his
face
.
He
wondered
whether
Snape
sensed
danger
,
was
trying
to
find
the
right
words
to
reassure
his
master
.
Voldemort
started
to
move
around
the
room
:
Harry
lost
sight
of
him
for
seconds
as
he
prowled
,
speaking
in
that
same
measured
voice
,
while
the
pain
and
fury
mounted
in
Harry
.
"
I
have
thought
long
and
hard
,
Severus
...
do
you
know
why
I
have
called
you
back
from
battle
?
"
And
for
a
moment
Harry
saw
Snape
's
profile
.
His
eyes
were
fixed
upon
the
coiling
snake
in
its
enchanted
cage
.
"
No
,
my
Lord
,
but
I
beg
you
will
let
me
return
.
Let
me
find
Potter
.
"
