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"
I
found
you
,
"
said
Wormtail
,
and
there
was
definitely
a
sulky
edge
to
his
voice
now
.
"
I
was
the
one
who
found
you
.
I
brought
you
Bertha
Jorkins
.
"
"
That
is
true
,
"
said
the
second
man
,
sounding
amused
.
"
A
stroke
of
brilliance
I
would
not
have
thought
possible
from
you
,
Wormtail
-
though
,
if
truth
be
told
,
you
were
not
aware
how
useful
she
would
be
when
you
caught
her
,
were
you
?
"
"
I
-
I
thought
she
might
be
useful
,
My
Lord
-
"
"
Liar
,
"
said
the
second
voice
again
,
the
cruel
amusement
more
pronounced
than
ever
.
"
However
,
I
do
not
deny
that
her
information
was
invaluable
.
Without
it
,
I
could
never
have
formed
our
plan
,
and
for
that
,
you
will
have
your
reward
,
Wormtail
.
I
will
allow
you
to
perform
an
essential
task
for
me
,
one
that
many
of
my
followers
would
give
their
right
hands
to
perform
...
"
"
R-really
,
My
Lord
?
What
-
?
"
Wormtail
sounded
terrified
again
.
"
Ah
,
Wormtail
,
you
do
n't
want
me
to
spoil
the
surprise
?
Your
part
will
come
at
the
very
end
...
but
I
promise
you
,
you
will
have
the
honor
of
being
just
as
useful
as
Bertha
Jorkins
.
"
"
You
...
you
...
"
Wormtail
's
voice
suddenly
sounded
hoarse
,
as
though
his
mouth
had
gone
very
dry
.
"
You
...
are
going
...
to
kill
me
too
?
"
"
Wormtail
,
Wormtail
,
"
said
the
cold
voice
silkily
,
"
why
would
I
kill
you
?
I
killed
Bertha
because
I
had
to
.
She
was
fit
for
nothing
after
my
questioning
,
quite
useless
.
In
any
case
,
awkward
questions
would
have
been
asked
if
she
had
gone
back
to
the
Ministry
with
the
news
that
she
had
met
you
on
her
holidays
.
Wizards
who
are
supposed
to
be
dead
would
do
well
not
to
run
into
Ministry
of
Magic
witches
at
wayside
inns
...
"
Wormtail
muttered
something
so
quietly
that
Frank
could
not
hear
it
,
but
it
made
the
second
man
laugh
-
an
entirely
mirthless
laugh
,
cold
as
his
speech
.
