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One
of
the
beads
of
light
was
quivering
,
inches
from
the
tip
of
Voldemort
's
wand
.
Harry
did
n't
understand
why
he
was
doing
it
,
did
n't
know
what
it
might
achieve
...
but
he
now
concentrated
as
he
had
never
done
in
his
life
on
forcing
that
bead
of
light
right
back
into
Voldemort
's
wand
...
and
slowly
...
very
slowly
...
it
moved
along
the
golden
thread
...
it
trembled
for
a
moment
...
and
then
it
connected
...
.
At
once
,
Voldemort
's
wand
began
to
emit
echoing
screams
of
pain
...
then
-
Voldemort
's
red
eyes
widened
with
shock
-
a
dense
,
smoky
hand
flew
out
of
the
tip
of
it
and
vanished
...
the
ghost
of
the
hand
he
had
made
Wormtail
...
more
shouts
of
pain
...
and
then
something
much
larger
began
to
blossom
from
Voldemort
's
wand
tip
,
a
great
,
grayish
something
,
that
looked
as
though
it
were
made
of
the
solidest
,
densest
smoke
...
.
It
was
a
head
...
now
a
chest
and
arms
...
the
torso
of
Cedric
Diggory
.
If
ever
Harry
might
have
released
his
wand
from
shock
,
it
would
have
been
then
,
but
instinct
kept
him
clutching
his
wand
tightly
,
so
that
the
thread
of
golden
light
remained
unbroken
,
even
though
the
thick
gray
ghost
of
Cedric
Diggory
(
was
it
a
ghost
?
it
looked
so
solid
)
emerged
in
its
entirety
from
the
end
of
Voldemort
's
wand
,
as
though
it
were
squeezing
itself
out
of
a
very
narrow
tunnel
...
and
this
shade
of
Cedric
stood
up
,
and
looked
up
and
down
the
golden
thread
of
light
,
and
spoke
.
"
Hold
on
.
Harry
,
"
it
said
.
Its
voice
was
distant
and
echoing
.
Harry
looked
at
Voldemort
...
his
wide
red
eyes
were
still
shocked
...
he
had
no
more
expected
this
than
Harry
had
...
and
,
very
dimly
.
Harry
heard
the
frightened
yells
of
the
Death
Eaters
,
prowling
around
the
edges
of
the
golden
dome
.
More
screams
of
pain
from
the
wand
...
and
then
something
else
emerged
from
its
tip
...
the
dense
shadow
of
a
second
head
,
quickly
followed
by
arms
and
torso
...
an
old
man
Harry
had
seen
only
in
a
dream
was
now
pushing
himself
out
of
the
end
of
the
wand
just
as
Cedric
had
done
...
and
his
ghost
,
or
his
shadow
,
or
whatever
it
was
,
fell
next
to
Cedric
's
,
and
surveyed
Harry
and
Voldemort
,
and
the
golden
web
,
and
the
connected
wands
,
with
mild
surprise
,
leaning
on
his
walking
stick
...
.
"
He
was
a
real
wizard
,
then
?
"
the
old
man
said
,
his
eyes
on
Voldemort
.
"
Killed
me
,
that
one
did
...
.
You
fight
him
,
boy
...
.
"
But
already
,
yet
another
head
was
emerging
...
and
this
head
,
gray
as
a
smoky
statue
,
was
a
woman
's
...
.
Harry
,
both
arms
shaking
now
as
he
fought
to
keep
his
wand
still
,
saw
her
drop
to
the
ground
and
straighten
up
like
the
others
,
staring
...
.
