"he says funny things sometimes, doesn't he?" said luna as they set off down the corridor together. "but he can be a bit unkind. i noticed that last year." "i am not the secret-keeper; i cannot speak the name of the place. you understand how the enchantment works, i think the dark lord is satisfied with the information i have passed him on the order. it led, as perhaps you have guessed, to the recent capture and murder of emmeline vance, and it certainly helped dispose of sirius black, though i give you full credit for finishing him off."
was it his imagination, or did malfoy, like tonks, look thinner! certainly he looked paler; his skin still had that grayish tinge, probably because he so rarely saw daylight these days. but there was no air of smugness, excitement, or superiority; none of the swagger that he had had on the hogwarts express, when he had boasted openly of the mission he had been given by voldemort. there could be only one conclusion, in harry's opinion: the mission, whatever it was, was going badly. riddle hesitated, then crossed the room and threw open the wardrobe door. on the topmost shelf, above a rail of threadbare clothes, a small cardboard box was shaking and rattling as though there were several frantic mice trapped inside it.
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