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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE - VERITASERUM
Muggle and a fool. . . very like your dear mother. But they both had their uses, did they not? Your mother died to defend you as a child . . . and I killed my father, and see how useful he has proved himself, in death. ..."
The maze was growing darker with every passing minute as the sky overhead deepened to
Voldemort bent down and pulled out Wormtail's left arm; he forced the sleeve of Wormtail's robes up past his elbow, and Harry saw something upon the skin there, something like a vivid red tattoo - a skull with a snake protruding from its mouth - the image that had appeared in the sky at the Quidditch World Cup: the Dark Mark. Voldemort examined it carefully, ignoring Wormtail's uncontrollable weeping.
"This is really nice of you," Harry muttered to Mrs. Weasley. "I thought for a moment -the Dursleys -"
The insane smile lit his features once more, and his head drooped onto his shoulder as Winky wailed and sobbed at his side.
"How's Percy?" Harry asked as they walked around the greenhouses.
"Voldemort's back, Harry? You're sure he's back? How did he do it?"
"I'll go to Dad," said Bill, standing up. "I'll go now."
"The one who reaches the cup first gets the points. That's you. I'm telling you, I'm not going to win any races on this leg."
Harry thought Dumbledore was asking for a near miracle. Sirius and Snape were eyeing each other with the utmost loathing.
. helped, of course, by the rats he met along the way. Wormtail has a curious affinity with rats, do you not, Wormtail? His filthy little friends told him there was a place, deep in an Albanian forest, that they avoided, where small animals like themselves had met their deaths by a dark shadow that possessed them. . . .
"Then . . . four years ago . . . the means for my return seemed assured. A wizard -young, foolish, and gullible - wandered across my path in the forest I had made my home.
"Got away . . . my wand . . . did something funny. ... I saw my mum and dad . . . they came out of his wand. ..."
"Didn't bother to correct her, though, did he?" said Amos Diggory, loudly enough for Harry to hear as he started to walk out of the door with Mrs. Weasley and Bill. "Still, . . you'll show him, Ced. Beaten him once before, haven't you?"
Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had always thought of Fudge as a kindly figure, a little blustering, a little pompous, but essentially good-natured. But now a short, angry wizard stood before him, refusing, point-blank, to accept the prospect of disruption in his comfortable and ordered world - to believe that Voldemort could have risen.