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"
Nagini
has
interesting
news
,
Wormtail
,
"
it
said
.
"
In-indeed
,
My
Lord
?
"
said
Wormtail
.
"
Indeed
,
yes
,
"
said
the
voice
,
"
According
to
Nagini
,
there
is
an
old
Muggle
standing
right
outside
this
room
,
listening
to
every
word
we
say
.
"
Frank
did
n't
have
a
chance
to
hide
himself
.
There
were
footsteps
and
then
the
door
of
the
room
was
flung
wide
open
.
A
short
,
balding
man
with
graying
hair
,
a
pointed
nose
,
and
small
,
watery
eyes
stood
before
Frank
,
a
mixture
of
fear
and
alarm
in
his
face
.
"
Invite
him
inside
,
Wormtail
.
Where
are
your
manners
?
"
The
cold
voice
was
coming
from
the
ancient
armchair
before
the
fire
,
but
Frank
could
n't
see
the
speaker
.
the
snake
,
on
the
other
hand
,
was
curled
up
on
the
rotting
hearth
rug
,
like
some
horrible
travesty
of
a
pet
dog
.
Wormtail
beckoned
Frank
into
the
room
.
Though
still
deeply
shaken
,
Frank
took
a
firmer
grip
on
his
walking
stick
and
limped
over
the
threshold
.
The
fire
was
the
only
source
of
light
in
the
room
;
it
cast
long
,
spidery
shadows
upon
the
walls
.
Frank
stared
at
the
back
of
the
armchair
;
the
man
inside
it
seemed
to
be
even
smaller
than
his
servant
,
for
Frank
could
n't
even
see
the
back
of
his
head
.
"
You
heard
everything
,
Muggle
?
"
said
the
cold
voice
.
