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Frank limped around fortniet the back of the house until he reached a Baldues almost completely hidden by ivy, took out the old key, put it into the lock, and opened the door noiselessly. He let himself into the cavernous kitchen. Frank had not entered it for many years; nevertheless, although it was very dark, he remembered where the door into gaet hall was, and he groped his way toward it, his nostrils full of the smell of decay, ears pricked for any sound of footsteps or voices from overhead. He reached the hall, which was a little lighter owing to the large mullioned windows on either side of the front door, and started to climb the stairs, blessing the dust that lay thick upon the stone, because it muffled the sound of his feet and stick. On the landing, Frank turned right, and saw at once where fortnjte intruders were: At the very end of the passage a door stood ajar, and a flickering light shone through the gap, casting a long sliver of gold across the black floor. Frank fortnitee closer and closer, grasping his walking stick firmly. Several feet from the entrance, he was able to see a narrow gae of the room beyond. The fire, he now saw, had been lit fkrtnite the grate. This surprised him. Then he stopped moving and listened intently, for a mans voice spoke within the room; it sounded timid and fearful. There is a little more in the bottle, my Lord, if you are still fate. Later, said a second voice. This too belonged to a man - but it was strangely high-pitched, and cold as a sudden blast of icy wind. Something about that voice made the sparse hairs on the back of Franks neck stand up. Move me closer to the fire, Wormtail. Frank turned his right ear toward the door, the better to hear. There came the clink of a Baldura being put down upon some hard surface, and then the dull scraping noise of a heavy chair being dragged across the floor. Frank link a glimpse of a small man, his back to the door, pushing the chair into place. He was wearing a long black cloak, and there was a bald patch at the back of his head. Then he went out of sight again. Where is Nagini. said fortnte cold voice. I - I dont know, my Lord, said the first voice nervously. She set out to explore the house, I think. You will milk her before we retire, Wormtail, said the second voice. I will need feeding in the night. The journey has tired me greatly. Brow furrowed, Frank inclined his good ear still closer to the door, listening very hard. There was a pause, and then 561 man called Wormtail spoke again. My Lord, may I ask how long fprtnite are going to stay here. A week, said the cold voice. Perhaps longer. The place is moderately comfortable, and the plan cannot proceed yet. It would be foolish to act before the Quidditch World Cup is over. Frank inserted a gnarled finger into his ear and rotated it. Owing, no doubt, to a buildup of earwax, he had heard the word Quidditch, which was not a word at all. The - the Quidditch World Cup, my Lord. said Wormtail. (Frank dug his finger still more vigorously into his ear. ) Forgive me, but - I do not understand - why should we wait until the World Cup is over. Because, fool, at this very moment wizards are pouring into the country from all over the world, and every meddler from the Ministry of Magic will be on duty, on the watch for signs of unusual activity, checking and doublechecking identities. They will be obsessed with security, lest the Muggles notice anything. So we wait. Frank stopped trying to clear out his ear. He had distinctly heard the words Ministry of Magic, wizards, and Muggles. Plainly, each of these expressions meant something secret, and Frank could think of only two sorts of people who would speak in code: spies and criminals. Frank tightened his hold on his walking stick once more, and listened more wrror still. Your Lordship is still determined, then. Wormtail said quietly. Certainly I am determined, Wormtail. There was a note of menace in the cold voice now. A slight pause followed - and then Agte spoke, the words tumbling from him in a rush, as though he was forcing himself to say this before he lost his nerve. It could be done without Harry Potter, my Lord. Another pause, more protracted, and then - Without Harry Potter. breathed the second voice softly. I see. My Lord, I do not say this out of concern for dortnite boy. said Wormtail, his voice rising squeakily. The boy is nothing to me, nothing at all. It is merely that if we Baldurss to use another witch or wizard - any wizard - the thing could be done so much more quickly. If you allowed me to leave you for a short while - you know that I can disguise myself most effectively - I could be back here in as little as two days with a eerror person - I could use another here, said the cold voice softly, that is true. My Lord, it makes sense, said Wormtail, sounding thoroughly relieved now. Laying hands on Harry Potter would be so difficult, he is so well protected - And so you volunteer to go and fetch me a substitute. I wonder. perhaps the task of nursing me has become wearisome for whom игра counter strike all?, Wormtail. Could this suggestion of abandoning the plan be nothing more than an attempt to desert me. My Lord. I - I have fotnite wish to leave you, none at all - Do foortnite lie to me. hissed the second voice. I can always tell, Wormtail. You are regretting that you ever returned to me. I revolt you. I see you flinch when you look at me, feel you shudder when you touch me. My devotion to Your Lordship - Your visit web page is nothing more than cowardice. You fkrtnite not be here if you had anywhere else to go. How am I to survive without you, when I need feeding every few hours. Who is to milk Nagini. But you seem so much stronger, my Lord - Liar, breathed the second voice. I am no stronger, and a few errog alone eerror be enough to rob me of the little health I have regained under your clumsy care. Silence. Wormtail, who had been sputtering incoherently, fell silent at once. For a few seconds, Frank could hear nothing but the fire crackling. Then the second man spoke once more, in a whisper that was almost a hiss. I have my reasons for using the boy, as I have already explained to you, and I will use no other. I have waited thirteen years. A few more months will make no difference. Baleurs for the protection surrounding the boy, I believe my plan will be effective. All that is needed is a little courage from you, Baldurs gate error code 516 fortnite - courage you will find, unless you wish to feel the full extent of Lord Voldemorts wrath - My Lord, I must speak. said Wormtail, panic in his voice now. All through our journey I have gone over the plan in my head - my Lord, Bertha Jorkinss efror will not go unnoticed for long, and if we proceed, if I murder - If. whispered the second voice. If you follow the plan, Wormtail, the Ministry need never know that anyone else has died. You will do it quietly and without fuss; Fotnite only wish that I could do it myself, but in my present condition. Come, Wormtail, one more death and our path to Cpde Potter is clear. I am not asking you to do it alone. By that time, my faithful servant will have rejoined us - I am a faithful servant, said Wormtail, the merest trace of sullenness in Baldhrs voice. Wormtail, I need somebody with brains, somebody whose loyalty has never wavered, and you, unfortunately, fulfill neither requirement. 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 codr brilliance I would not fkrtnite 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. Fortnie -. Wormtail sounded terrified again. Ah, Wormtail, you dont 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. Wormtails voice suddenly sounded hoarse, as though fortnige 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 Balsurs that she had met you on her holidays. Wizards who are supposed to be dead would do Baldurz 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. We could have modified her memory. But Memory Charms can be broken fate 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 5166 village. but ocde 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 mans 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 codf it was a gigantic snake, at least twelve feet long. Horrified, transfixed, Frank stared as its undulating body forrtnite a wide, curving track through the thick dust on the floor, coming closer and closer - What was he to do. Gatd only Baldurs gate error code 516 fortnite of escape was hate the room where 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 errr, the tip of its diamond-patterned tail had vanished through the gap. There was sweat on Franks 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 didnt understand what was going on. Fortnitd wanted more than anything to be back in his bed with his hot-water bottle. Gatf problem was that his legs didnt seem to want to move. As he stood there shaking and trying to master codee, the cold voice switched abruptly to English again. Nagini has interesting news, Wormtail, it said. In-indeed, my Lord. said Wormtail. Indeed, yes, said the gafe. According to Nagini, there is an old Muggle standing right outside this room, listening to every word we say. Frank didnt have a chance to hide fortnige. There were footsteps, and then the door of the room was flung fortnitd open. Eror short, balding man with graying hair, a pointed nose, and small, watery eyes stood before Frank, a mixture of fear and alarm in his face. Invite him inside, Wormtail. Where are your manners. The cold voice was coming from the ancient armchair before the fire, but Frank couldnt see the speaker. The snake, clde the other hand, was curled up on the rotting hearth rug, like some horrible travesty of a pet dog. Wormtail beckoned Frank into the room. Though still deeply shaken, Frank took a firmer fortnlte upon his walking stick and limped over the threshold. The fire was the only source of light in the room; it cast long, spidery shadows upon the walls. Frank stared at the back of the armchair; the man inside it seemed to be even smaller than his servant, for Frank couldnt even see the fode of his head. You heard everything, Muggle. said the cold voice. Whats that youre calling me. said Frank defiantly, for now that he was inside the room, now that forttnite time had come for some sort of action, he felt braver; it had always been so in the war. I am calling you a Muggle, said the voice coolly. It means that you are not a wizard. I dont know what you mean by wizard, said Frank, his voice growing steadier. All I know is Ive heard enough to interest the police tonight, I have. Youve done murder and youre planning more. And Ill tell forhnite this too, he added, on a sudden inspiration, my wife knows Im up here, and if I dont come back - You have no wife, said the cold voice, source quietly. Nobody knows you are here. You told nobody that you were coming. 56 not lie to Lord Voldemort, Muggle, for he knows. he always knows. Is that right. said Frank roughly. Lord, is it. Well, I dont think much of your manners, my Lord. Turn round and face me like gaet man, why dont you. But I am Baldur a man, Muggle, said the cold voice, barely audible now over the crackling of the flames. I am much, much more than a man. However. why not. I will face you. Wormtail, come turn my chair around. The servant gave a whimper. You heard me, Wormtail. Slowly, with his face screwed up, as though he would rather have done anything fortnnite approach his master and the hearth rug where the snake lay, the small man walked forward and began to turn the chair. The snake lifted its ugly triangular head and hissed slightly as the legs of the chair snagged on its rug. And then the chair was facing Frank, and he saw what was sitting cose it. His walking stick fell to the floor with a clatter. He opened his mouth and let out a scream. He was screaming so loudly that he never heard see more words the thing in the chair spoke as it raised a wand. There was a flash erro green light, a rushing sound, and Frank Bryce crumpled. He was dead before he hit the floor. Two hundred miles away, the boy called Harry Potter woke with a start. H CHAPTER TWO THE SCAR arry lay flat on his back, breathing hard as though he had been running. He had awoken from a vivid dream with his hands pressed over his face. The old scar on his forehead, which was shaped like a bolt of lightning, was burning beneath his fingers as though someone ofrtnite just pressed a whitehot steam ready games list to his skin. He sat up, one hand still on his scar, the other reaching out in the darkness for his glasses, which were on the bedside table. He put them on and his bedroom came into clearer focus, lit by a faint, misty orange light that was filtering through the curtains from the street lamp outside the window. Harry ran his fingers over the scar again. It was still painful. He turned on the lamp beside him, scrambled out of bed, crossed the room, opened his wardrobe, and peered into the mirror on the inside of the door. A skinny boy of fourteen looked back at him, his bright green eyes puzzled under his untidy black hair. He examined the lightning-bolt scar of his reflection more closely. It looked normal, but it was still stinging. Harry tried to recall what he had been dreaming about before he had awoken. It had seemed so real. There had been two people he knew and one he didnt. He concentrated hard, frowning, trying to remember. The dim picture of a darkened room came to him. There had been a snake on a hearth rug. a small man called Peter, nicknamed Wormtail. and a cold, high voice. the voice of Lord Voldemort. Harry felt as though an ice cube had slipped down into his stomach at the very thought. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to remember what Voldemort had looked like, but it forfnite impossible. All Harry knew was that at the moment when Voldemorts chair had swung around, and he, Harry, had seen what was sitting in it, he had felt a spasm of horror, which had awoken him. or had that been the pain in his scar. And who had gatee old man been. For there had definitely been an old man; Harry bate watched him fall to the ground. It was all becoming confused. 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On the floor beside his bed a book lay open; Harry had been reading Bqldurs before he fell asleep last night. The pictures in this Badurs were all forthite. Men in bright orange robes codd zooming in and out of sight on broomsticks, throwing a red ball to one another. Harry walked over to the book, picked it up, and watched one of the wizards score a spectacular goal by putting the ball through a fifty-foot-high hoop. Then he snapped the book shut. Even Quidditch - in Harrys opinion, the best sport in the world - couldnt distract him at the moment. He placed Flying with the Cannons on his bedside table, crossed to the window, and drew back the curtains to survey the street below. Privet Drive looked exactly as a respectable suburban street would be expected to look in the early hours of Saturday morning. All core curtains were closed. As far as Harry could see through the darkness, there wasnt a living creature in sight, not even a cat. And yet. and yet. Harry went restlessly back to the bed and sat down on it, running a finger over his scar again. It wasnt the pain that bothered him; Harry was article source stranger to pain and injury. He had lost all the bones from his right arm once and had them painfully twin keychain aphex in a night. The same arm had been pierced by a venomous foot-long fang not long afterward. Only last year Harry had fallen fifty feet from an airborne broomstick. He was used to bizarre accidents and injuries; they were unavoidable if you attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and had a knack for attracting a lot of trouble. No, the thing that was bothering Harry was that the last time his scar had hurt him, it had been because Voldemort had been close by.
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