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One of the beads of light was quivering, inches from the tip of Voldemorts wand. Harry didn't understand why he was doing it, didn't know what it might achieve . . . but he now concentrated as he had never done in his life on forcing that bead of light right back into Voldemort s wand . . . and slowly . . . very slowly ... it moved along the golden thread ... it trembled for a moment. . . and then it connected. . . .
One or two of the masked wizards in the circle moved uncomfortably, but Voldemort took no notice.
"Regrettable, but all the same, Minerva -" Cornelius Fudge was saying loudly.
"Yeah," panted Cedric. "Yeah ... I don't believe it... he crept up behind me. ... I heard him, I turned around, and he had his wand on me. . . ."
"What are you doing?" yelled Cedric's voice. "What the hell d'you think you're doing?"
"Listen to me, Cornelius," said Dumbledore, taking a step toward Fudge, and once again, he seemed to radiate that indefinable sense of power that Harry had felt after Dumbledore had Stunned young Crouch. "Harry is as sane as you or I. That scar upon his forehead has not addled his brains. I believe it hurts him when Lord Voldemort is close by, or feeling particularly murderous."
"Voldemort's back, Harry? You're sure he's back? How did he do it?"
I sometimes inhabited animals - snakes, of course, being my preference - but I was little better off inside them than as pure spirit, for their bodies were ill adapted to perform magic . . . and my possession of them shortened their lives; none of them lasted long. .
There were hurried footsteps outside in the corridor. Snape had returned with Winky at his heels. Professor McGonagall was right behind them.
"Point Me," he whispered to his wand, holding it flat in his palm.
"I had help on the egg in the first place," said Cedric.
"Dumbledore, he ought to - look at him - he's been through enough tonight -"
"Now it was just Father and I, alone in the house. And then . . . and then . . ."
Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. Up the marble stairs . . .
"You!" he gasped.
The thing inside the bundle of robes on the ground was stirring more persistently, as though it was trying to free itself. Now Wormtail was busying himself at the bottom of the cauldron with a wand. Suddenly there were crackling names beneath it. The large snake slithered away into the darkness.（央视记者 徐海霞）