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"An older, somewhat stout wizard with a mustache. His few verbalized hexes<br />
were in languages I never heard of."<br />
Voldemort considered. "Anything else?"<br />
"Yes. While the explosions drove the dementors off, six passed over an area that<br />
seemed to suck them away. That made the others flee all the faster."<br />
"I see." Voldemort had a good idea of who that stout wizard would have been.<br />
"And who wounded you?"<br />
"That older wizard."<br />
"What did he do?"<br />
"He shot me!"<br />
"What?" Bellatrix exclaimed.<br />
"He shot me! With a silver bullet! If he had had better aim, he would have killed<br />
me! As it is, this wound won't heal until after my next transformation!"<br />
"Then you deserve to rest. Unless you have some questions, Bella?"<br />
"No, Master."<br />
"Then you may go, too." As they left, Snape awaited his Master's orders.<br />
"I'm sure you have a good guess at who this stout wizard was," Voldemort<br />
stated.<br />
"Yes, Master."<br />
"Can your potions be left for a short time?"<br />
"Yes, Master."<br />
"Then go ask him what he discovered. Perhaps he will answer. After all, he<br />
thinks you are still loyal to the Old Man."<br />
"Yes, Master."<br />
"You look tired, John."<br />
Thursday, August 22, 1996