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"
My
Lord
!
"
gasped
the
man
on
the
floor
.
"
My
Lord
,
I
am
...
I
am
so
pleased
...
and
so
sorry
...
.
"
"
Nagini
,
"
said
the
cold
voice
,
"
you
are
out
of
luck
.
I
will
not
be
feeding
Wormtail
to
you
,
after
all
...
but
never
mind
,
never
mind
...
there
is
still
Harry
Potter
...
.
"
The
snake
hissed
.
Harry
could
see
its
tongue
fluttering
.
"
Now
,
Wormtail
,
"
said
the
cold
voice
,
"
perhaps
one
more
little
reminder
why
I
will
not
tolerate
another
blunder
from
you
...
.
"
"
My
Lord
...
no
...
I
beg
you
...
"
The
tip
of
a
wand
emerged
from
around
the
back
of
the
chair
.
It
was
pointing
at
Wormtail
.
"
Crucio
!
"
said
the
cold
voice
.
Wormtail
screamed
,
screamed
as
though
every
nerve
in
his
body
were
on
fire
,
the
screaming
filled
Harry
's
ears
as
the
scar
on
his
forehead
seared
with
pain
;
he
was
yelling
too
...
Voldemort
would
hear
him
,
would
know
he
was
there
...
.
"
Harry
!
Harry
!
"
Harry
opened
his
eyes
.
He
was
lying
on
the
floor
of
Professor
Trelawney
's
room
with
his
hands
over
his
face
.
His
scar
was
still
burning
so
badly
that
his
eyes
were
watering
.
The
pain
had
been
real
.
The
whole
class
was
standing
around
him
,
and
Ron
was
kneeling
next
to
him
,
looking
terrified
.
