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"
If
it
is
not
love
that
will
save
you
this
time
,
"
said
Voldemort
,
"
you
must
believe
that
you
have
magic
that
I
do
not
,
or
else
a
weapon
more
powerful
than
mine
?
"
"
I
believe
both
,
"
said
Harry
,
and
he
saw
shock
flit
across
the
snakelike
face
,
though
it
was
instantly
dispelled
;
Voldemort
began
to
laugh
,
and
the
sound
was
more
frightening
than
his
screams
;
humorles
and
insane
,
it
echoed
around
the
silent
Hall
.
"
You
think
you
know
more
magic
than
I
do
?
"
he
said
.
"
Than
I
,
than
Lord
Voldemort
,
who
has
performed
magic
that
Dumbledore
himself
never
dreamed
of
?
"
"
Oh
he
dreamed
of
it
,
"
said
Harry
,
"
but
he
knew
more
than
you
,
knew
enough
not
to
do
what
you
've
done
.
"
"
You
mean
he
was
weak
!
"
screamed
Voldemort
.
"
Too
weak
to
dare
,
too
weak
to
take
what
might
have
been
his
,
what
will
be
mine
!
"
"
No
,
he
was
cleverer
than
you
,
"
said
Harry
,
"
a
better
wizard
,
a
better
man
.
"
"
I
brought
about
the
death
of
Albus
Dumbledore
!
"
"
You
thought
you
did
,
"
said
Harry
,
"
but
you
were
wrong
.
"
For
the
first
time
,
the
watching
crowd
stirred
as
the
hundreds
of
people
around
the
walls
drew
breath
as
one
.
"
Dumbledore
is
dead
!
"
Voldemort
hurled
the
words
at
Harry
as
in
the
marble
tomb
in
the
grounds
of
this
castle
,
"
I
have
seen
it
,
Potter
,
and
he
will
not
return
!
"
