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Some
of
the
throng
sniggered
.
"
I
have
given
you
your
liberty
,
Lucius
,
is
that
not
enough
for
you
?
But
I
have
noticed
that
you
and
your
family
seem
less
than
happy
of
late
...
What
is
it
about
my
presence
in
your
home
that
displaces
you
,
Lucius
?
"
"
Nothing
--
nothing
,
my
Lord
!
"
"
Such
lies
Lucius
...
"
The
soft
voice
seemed
to
hiss
on
even
after
the
cruel
mouth
had
stopped
moving
.
One
or
two
of
the
wizards
barely
repressed
a
shudder
as
the
hissing
grew
louder
;
something
heavy
could
be
heard
sliding
across
the
floor
beneath
the
table
.
The
huge
snake
emerged
to
climb
slowly
up
Voldemort
's
chair
.
It
rose
,
seemingly
endlessly
,
and
came
to
rest
across
Voldemort
's
shoulders
:
its
neck
the
thickness
of
a
man
's
thigh
;
its
eyes
,
with
their
vertical
slits
for
pupils
,
unblinking
.
Voldemort
stroked
the
creature
absently
with
long
thin
fingers
,
still
looking
at
Lucius
Malfoy
.
"
Why
do
the
Malfoys
look
so
unhappy
with
their
lot
?
Is
my
return
,
my
rise
to
power
,
not
the
very
thing
they
professed
to
desire
for
so
many
years
?
"
"
Of
course
,
my
Lord
,
"
said
Lucius
Malfoy
.
His
hand
shook
as
he
wiped
sweat
from
his
upper
lip
.
"
We
did
desire
it
--
we
do
.
"
To
Malfoy
's
left
,
his
wife
made
an
odd
,
stiff
nod
,
her
eyes
averted
from
Voldemort
and
the
snake
.
To
his
right
,
his
son
,
Draco
,
who
had
been
gazing
up
at
the
inert
body
overhead
,
glanced
quickly
at
Voldemort
and
away
again
,
terrified
to
make
eye
contact
.
"
My
Lord
,
"
said
a
dark
woman
halfway
down
the
table
,
her
voice
constricted
with
emotion
,
"
it
is
an
honor
to
have
you
here
,
in
our
family
's
house
.
There
can
be
no
higher
pleasure
.
"
