Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

The Forest Again

           EveryeyewasfixeduponVoldemort,whostoodwithhisheadbowed,andhiswhitehandsfoldedovertheElderWandinfrontofhim.Hemighthavebeenpraying,orelsecountingsilentlyinhismind,andHarry,standingstillontheedgeofthescene,thoughabsurdlyofachildcountinginagameofhide-and-seek.Behindhishead,stillswirlingandcoiling,thegreatsnakeNaginifloatedinherglittering,charmedcage,likeamonstroushalo.

           WhenDolohovandYaxleyrejoinedthecircle,Voldemortlookedup.

           "Nosignofhim,myLord,"saidDolohov.

           Voldemort’sexpressiondidnotchange.Theredeyesseemedtoburninthefirelight.SlowlyhedrewtheElderWandbetweenhislongfingers.

           "MyLord"

           Bellatrixhadspoken:ShesatclosesttoVoldemort,disheveled,herfacealittlebloodybutotherwiseunharmed.

           Voldemortraisedhishandtosilenceher,andshedidnotspeakanotherword,buteyedhiminworshipfulfascination.

           "Ithoughthewouldcome,"saidVoldemortinhishigh,clearvoice,hiseyesontheleapingflames."Iexpectedhimtocome."

           Nobodyspoke.TheyseemedasscaredasHarry,whoseheartwasnowthrowingitselfagainsthisribsasthoughdeterminedtoescapethebodyhewasabouttocastaside.HishandsweresweatingashepulledofftheInvisibilityCloakandstuffeditbeneathhisrobes,withhiswand.Hedidnotwanttobetemptedtofight.

           "Iwas,itseems…mistaken,"saidVoldemort.

           "Youweren’t."

           Harrysaiditasloudlyashecould,withalltheforcehecouldmuster:Hedidnotwanttosoundafraid.

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