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"
My
Lord
?
"
"
Your
wand
,
Lucius
.
I
require
your
wand
.
"
"
I.
.
.
"
Malfoy
glanced
sideways
at
his
wife
.
She
was
staring
straight
ahead
,
quite
as
pale
as
he
was
,
her
long
blonde
hair
hanging
down
her
back
,
but
beneath
the
table
her
slim
fingers
closed
briefly
on
his
wrist
.
At
her
touch
,
Malfoy
put
his
hand
into
his
robes
,
withdrew
a
wand
,
and
passed
it
along
to
Voldemort
,
who
held
it
up
in
front
of
his
red
eyes
,
examining
it
closely
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
"
Elm
,
my
Lord
,
"
whispered
Malfoy
.
"
And
the
core
?
"
"
Dragon
--
dragon
heartstring
.
"
"
Good
,
"
said
Voldemort
.
He
drew
out
his
wand
and
compared
the
lengths
.
Lucius
Malfoy
made
an
involuntary
movement
;
for
a
fraction
of
a
second
,
it
seemed
he
expected
to
receive
Voldemort
's
wand
in
exchange
for
his
own
.
The
gesture
was
not
missed
by
Voldemort
,
whose
eyes
widened
maliciously
.
"
Give
you
my
wand
,
Lucius
?
My
wand
?
"
