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"
We
could
have
modified
her
memory
?
But
Memory
Charms
can
be
broken
by
a
powerful
wizard
,
as
I
proved
when
I
questioned
her
.
It
would
be
an
insult
to
her
memory
not
to
use
the
information
I
extracted
from
her
,
Wormtail
.
"
Out
in
the
corridor
,
Frank
suddenly
became
aware
that
the
hand
gripping
his
walking
stick
was
slippery
with
sweat
.
The
man
with
the
cold
voice
had
killed
a
woman
.
He
was
talking
about
it
without
any
kind
of
remorse
-
with
amusement
.
He
was
dangerous
-
a
madman
.
And
he
was
planning
more
murders
-
this
boy
,
Harry
Potter
,
whoever
he
was
-
was
in
danger
-
Frank
knew
what
he
must
do
.
Now
,
if
ever
,
was
the
time
to
go
to
the
police
.
He
would
creep
out
of
the
house
and
head
straight
for
the
telephone
box
in
the
village
...
but
the
cold
voice
was
speaking
again
,
and
Frank
remained
where
he
was
,
frozen
to
the
spot
,
listening
with
all
his
might
.
"
One
more
murder
...
my
faithful
servant
at
Hogwarts
...
Harry
Potter
is
as
good
as
mine
,
Wormtail
.
It
is
decided
.
There
will
be
no
more
argument
.
But
quiet
...
I
think
I
hear
Nagini
...
"
And
the
second
man
's
voice
changed
.
He
started
making
noises
such
as
Frank
had
never
heard
before
;
he
was
hissing
and
spitting
without
drawing
breath
.
Frank
thought
he
must
be
having
some
sort
of
fit
or
seizure
.
And
then
Frank
heard
movement
behind
him
in
the
dark
passageway
.
He
turned
to
look
,
and
found
himself
paralyzed
with
fright
.
Something
was
slithering
toward
him
along
the
dark
corridor
floor
,
and
as
it
drew
nearer
to
the
sliver
of
firelight
,
he
realized
with
a
thrill
of
terror
that
it
was
a
gigantic
snake
,
at
least
twelve
feet
long
.
Horrified
,
transfixed
,
Frank
stared
as
its
undulating
body
cut
a
wide
,
curving
track
through
the
thick
dust
on
the
floor
,
coming
closer
and
closer
-
What
was
he
to
do
?
The
only
means
of
escape
was
into
the
room
where
the
two
men
sat
plotting
murder
,
yet
if
he
stayed
where
he
was
the
snake
would
surely
kill
him
-
But
before
he
had
made
his
decision
,
the
snake
was
level
with
him
,
and
then
,
incredibly
,
miraculously
,
it
was
passing
;
it
was
following
the
spitting
,
hissing
noises
made
by
the
cold
voice
beyond
the
door
,
and
in
seconds
,
the
tip
of
its
diamond-patterned
tail
had
vanished
through
the
gap
.
There
was
sweat
on
Frank
's
forehead
now
,
and
the
hand
on
the
walking
stick
was
trembling
.
Inside
the
room
,
the
cold
voice
was
continuing
to
hiss
,
and
Frank
was
visited
by
a
strange
idea
,
an
impossible
idea
...
This
man
could
talk
to
snakes
.
Frank
did
n't
understand
what
was
going
on
.
He
wanted
more
than
anything
to
be
back
in
his
bed
with
his
hot-water
bottle
.
The
problem
was
that
his
legs
did
n't
seem
to
want
to
move
.
As
he
stood
there
shaking
and
trying
to
master
himself
,
the
cold
voice
switched
abruptly
to
English
again
.
