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But
then
,
through
the
mist
in
front
of
him
,
he
saw
,
with
an
icy
surge
of
terror
,
the
dark
outline
of
a
man
,
tall
and
skeletally
thin
,
rising
slowly
from
inside
the
cauldron
"
Robe
me
,
"
said
the
high
,
cold
voice
from
behind
the
steam
,
and
Wormtail
,
sobbing
and
moaning
,
still
cradling
his
mutilated
arm
,
scrambled
to
pick
up
the
black
robes
from
the
ground
,
got
to
his
feet
,
reached
up
,
and
pulled
them
one-handed
over
his
master
's
head
.
The
thin
man
stepped
out
of
the
cauldron
,
staring
at
Harry
...
and
Harry
stared
back
into
the
face
that
had
haunted
his
nightmares
for
three
years
.
Whiter
than
a
skull
,
with
wide
,
livid
scarlet
eyes
and
a
nose
that
was
flat
as
a
snakes
with
slits
for
nostrils
...
Lord
Voldemort
had
risen
again
.
Voldemort
looked
away
from
Harry
and
began
examining
his
own
body
.
His
hands
were
like
large
,
pale
spiders
;
his
long
white
fingers
caressed
his
own
chest
,
his
arms
,
his
face
;
the
red
eyes
,
whose
pupils
were
slits
,
like
a
cats
,
gleamed
still
more
brightly
through
the
darkness
.
He
held
up
his
hands
and
flexed
the
fingers
,
his
expression
rapt
and
exultant
.
He
took
not
the
slightest
notice
of
Wormtail
,
who
lay
twitching
and
bleeding
on
the
ground
,
nor
of
the
great
snake
,
which
had
slithered
back
into
sight
and
was
circling
Harry
again
,
hissing
.
Voldemort
slipped
one
of
those
unnaturally
long-fingered
hands
into
a
deep
pocket
and
drew
out
a
wand
.
He
caressed
it
gently
too
;
and
then
he
raised
it
,
and
pointed
it
at
Wormtail
,
who
was
lifted
off
the
ground
and
thrown
against
the
headstone
where
Harry
was
tied
;
he
fell
to
the
foot
of
it
and
lay
there
,
crumpled
up
and
crying
.
Voldemort
turned
his
scarlet
eyes
upon
Harry
,
laughing
a
high
,
cold
,
mirthless
laugh
.
Wormtail
's
robes
were
shining
with
blood
now
;
he
had
wrapped
the
stump
of
his
arm
in
them
.
"
My
Lord
...
"
he
choked
,
"
my
Lord
...
you
promised
...
you
did
promise
...
"
"
Hold
out
your
arm
,
"
said
Voldemort
lazily
.
"
Oh
Master
...
thank
you
,
Master
...
"
He
extended
the
bleeding
stump
,
but
Voldemort
laughed
again
.
