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"
Now
untie
him
,
Wormtail
,
and
give
him
back
his
wand
.
"
Wormtail
approached
Harry
,
who
scrambled
to
find
his
feet
,
to
support
his
own
weight
before
the
ropes
were
untied
.
Wormtail
raised
his
new
silver
hand
,
pulled
out
the
wad
of
material
gagging
Harry
,
and
then
,
with
one
swipe
,
cut
through
the
bonds
tying
Harry
to
the
gravestone
.
There
was
a
split
second
,
perhaps
,
when
Harry
might
have
considered
running
for
it
,
but
his
injured
leg
shook
under
him
as
he
stood
on
the
overgrown
grave
,
as
the
Death
Eaters
closed
ranks
,
forming
a
tighter
circle
around
him
and
Voldemort
,
so
that
the
gaps
where
the
missing
Death
Eaters
should
have
stood
were
filled
.
Wormtail
walked
out
of
the
circle
to
the
place
where
Cedric
's
body
lay
and
returned
with
Harry
's
wand
,
which
he
thrust
roughly
into
Harry
's
hand
without
looking
at
him
.
Then
Wormtail
resumed
his
place
in
the
circle
of
watching
Death
Eaters
.
"
You
have
been
taught
how
to
duel
.
Harry
Potter
?
"
said
Voldemort
softly
,
his
red
eyes
glinting
through
the
darkness
.
At
these
words
Harry
remembered
,
as
though
from
a
former
life
,
the
dueling
club
at
Hogwarts
he
had
attended
briefly
two
years
ago
...
.
All
he
had
learned
there
was
the
Disarming
Spell
,
"
Expelliarmus
"
...
and
what
use
would
it
be
to
deprive
Voldemort
of
his
wand
,
even
if
he
could
,
when
he
was
surrounded
by
Death
Eaters
,
outnumbered
by
at
least
thirty
to
one
?
He
had
never
learned
anything
that
could
possibly
fit
him
for
this
.
He
knew
he
was
facing
the
thing
against
which
Moody
had
always
warned
...
the
unblockable
Avada
Kedavra
curse
-
and
Voldemort
was
right
-
his
mother
was
not
here
to
die
for
him
this
time
...
.
He
was
quite
unprotected
...
"
We
bow
to
each
other
.
Harry
,
"
said
Voldemort
,
bending
a
little
,
but
keeping
his
snakelike
face
upturned
to
Harry
.
"
Come
,
the
niceties
must
be
observed
...
.
Dumbledore
would
like
you
to
show
manners
...
.
Bow
to
death
,
Harry
...
.
"
The
Death
Eaters
were
laughing
again
.
Voldemort
's
lipless
mouth
was
smiling
.
Harry
did
not
bow
.
He
was
not
going
to
let
Voldemort
play
with
him
before
killing
him
...
he
was
not
going
to
give
him
that
satisfaction
...
.
"
I
said
,
bow
,
"
Voldemort
said
,
raising
his
wand
-
and
Harry
felt
his
spine
curve
as
though
a
huge
,
invisible
hand
were
bending
him
ruthlessly
forward
,
and
the
Death
Eaters
laughed
harder
than
ever
.
"
Very
good
,
"
said
Voldemort
softly
,
and
as
he
raised
his
wand
the
pressure
bearing
down
upon
Harry
lifted
too
.
"
And
now
you
face
me
,
like
a
man
...
straight-backed
and
proud
,
the
way
your
father
died
...
.
"
And
now
-
we
duel
.
"
