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The
kneeling
man
almost
fell
over
in
his
haste
to
obey
.
His
face
was
pockmarked
;
the
scars
were
thrown
into
relief
by
the
candlelight
.
He
remained
a
little
stooped
when
standing
,
as
though
halfway
through
a
bow
,
and
he
darted
terrified
looks
up
at
Harry
's
face
.
'
You
have
done
well
to
tell
me
this
,
'
said
Harry
.
'Ve
ry
well
...
I
have
wasted
months
on
fruitless
schemes
,
it
seems
...
but
no
matter
...
we
begin
again
,
from
now
.
You
have
Lord
Voldemort
's
gratitude
,
Rookwood
...
'
'M
y
Lord
...
yes
,
My
Lord
,
'
gasped
Rookwood
,
his
voice
hoarse
with
relief
.
'
I
shall
need
your
help
.
I
shall
need
all
the
information
you
can
give
me
.
'
'
Of
course
,
My
Lord
,
of
course
...
anything
...
'
'Ve
ry
well
...
you
may
go
.
Send
Avery
to
me
.
'
Rookwood
scurried
backwards
,
bowing
,
and
disappeared
through
a
door
.
Left
alone
in
the
dark
room
,
Harry
turned
towards
the
wall
.
A
cracked
,
age-spotted
mirror
hung
on
the
wall
in
the
shadows
.
Harry
moved
towards
it
.
His
reflection
grew
larger
and
clearer
in
the
darkness
...
a
face
whiter
than
a
skull
...
red
eyes
with
slits
for
pupils
...
'N
OOOOOOOOO
!
'
