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He
put
back
his
terrible
face
and
sniffed
,
his
slit-like
nostrils
widening
.
"
I
smell
guilt
,
"
he
said
.
"
There
is
a
stench
or
guilt
upon
the
air
.
A
second
shiver
ran
around
the
circle
,
as
though
each
member
of
it
longed
,
but
did
not
dare
to
step
back
from
him
.
"
I
see
you
all
,
whole
and
healthy
,
with
your
powers
intact
-
such
prompt
appearances
!
and
I
ask
myself
...
why
did
this
band
of
wizards
never
come
to
the
aid
of
their
master
,
to
whom
they
swore
eternal
loyalty
?
"
No
one
spoke
.
No
one
moved
except
Wormtail
,
who
was
upon
the
ground
,
still
sobbing
over
his
bleeding
arm
.
"
And
I
answer
myself
,
"
whispered
Voldemort
,
"
they
must
have
believed
me
broken
,
they
thought
I
was
gone
.
They
slipped
back
among
my
enemies
,
and
they
pleaded
innocence
,
and
ignorance
,
and
bewitchment
...
.
"
And
then
I
ask
myself
,
but
how
could
they
have
believed
I
would
not
rise
again
?
They
,
who
knew
the
steps
I
took
,
long
ago
,
to
guard
myself
against
mortal
death
?
They
,
who
had
seen
proofs
of
the
immensity
of
my
power
in
the
times
when
I
was
mightier
than
any
wizard
living
?
"
And
I
answer
myself
,
perhaps
they
believed
a
still
greater
power
could
exist
,
one
that
could
vanquish
even
Lord
Voldemort
...
perhaps
they
now
pay
allegiance
to
another
...
perhaps
that
champion
of
commoners
,
of
Mudbloods
and
Muggles
,
Albus
Dumbledore
?
"
At
the
mention
of
Dumbledore
's
name
,
the
members
of
the
circle
stirred
,
and
some
muttered
and
shook
their
heads
.
Voldemort
ignored
them
.
"
It
is
a
disappointment
to
me
...
I
confess
myself
disappointed
...
.
"
