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"
I
can
not
understand
...
.
The
connection
...
exists
only
.
between
your
two
wands
...
.
"
"
Lies
!
"
"
Please
...
I
beg
you
...
.
"
And
Harry
saw
the
white
hand
raise
its
wand
and
felt
Voldemort
's
surge
of
vicious
anger
,
saw
the
frail
old
main
on
the
floor
writhe
in
agony
--
"
Harry
?
"
It
was
over
as
quickly
as
it
had
come
:
Harry
stood
shaking
in
the
darkness
,
clutching
the
gate
into
the
garden
,
his
heart
racing
,
his
scar
still
tingling
.
It
was
several
moments
before
he
realized
that
Ron
and
Hermione
were
at
his
side
.
"
Harry
,
come
back
in
the
house
,
"
Hermione
whispered
,
"
You
are
n't
still
thinking
of
leaving
?
"
"
Yeah
,
you
've
got
to
stay
,
mate
,
"
said
Ron
,
thumping
Harry
on
the
back
.
"
Are
you
all
right
?
"
Hermione
asked
,
close
enough
now
to
look
into
Harry
's
face
.
"
You
look
awful
!
"
"
Well
,
"
said
Harry
shakily
,
"
I
probably
look
better
than
Ollivander
...
.
"
