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Every
eye
was
fixed
upon
Voldemort
,
who
stood
with
his
head
bowed
,
and
his
white
hands
folded
over
the
Elder
Wand
in
front
of
him
.
He
might
have
been
praying
,
or
else
counting
silently
in
his
mind
,
and
Harry
,
standing
still
on
the
edge
of
the
scene
,
though
absurdly
of
a
child
counting
in
a
game
of
hide-and-seek
.
Behind
his
head
,
still
swirling
and
coiling
,
the
great
snake
Nagini
floated
in
her
glittering
,
charmed
cage
,
like
a
monstrous
halo
.
When
Dolohov
and
Yaxley
rejoined
the
circle
,
Voldemort
looked
up
.
"
No
sign
of
him
,
my
Lord
,
"
said
Dolohov
.
Voldemort
's
expression
did
not
change
.
The
red
eyes
seemed
to
burn
in
the
firelight
.
Slowly
he
drew
the
Elder
Wand
between
his
long
fingers
.
"
My
Lord
--
"
Bellatrix
had
spoken
:
She
sat
closest
to
Voldemort
,
disheveled
,
her
face
a
little
bloody
but
otherwise
unharmed
.
Voldemort
raised
his
hand
to
silence
her
,
and
she
did
not
speak
another
word
,
but
eyed
him
in
worshipful
fascination
.
"
I
thought
he
would
come
,
"
said
Voldemort
in
his
high
,
clear
voice
,
his
eyes
on
the
leaping
flames
.
"
I
expected
him
to
come
.
"
Nobody
spoke
.
They
seemed
as
scared
as
Harry
,
whose
heart
was
now
throwing
itself
against
his
ribs
as
though
determined
to
escape
the
body
he
was
about
to
cast
aside
.
His
hands
were
sweating
as
he
pulled
off
the
Invisibility
Cloak
and
stuffed
it
beneath
his
robes
,
with
his
wand
.
He
did
not
want
to
be
tempted
to
fight
.
"
I
was
,
it
seems
...
mistaken
,
"
said
Voldemort
.
