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But it was as though a curtain fell on a lit stage: All his extinguished at a stroke, and he stood alone in the darkness, and the glorious spell was broken.
"That's what he's after."
The change in his voice made Ron and Hermione look even more scared.
"You-Know-Who's after the Elder Wand."
He turned his back on their strained, incredulous faces. He knew it was the truth. It all made sense, Voldemort was not seeking a new wand; he was seeking an old wand, a very old wand indeed. Harry walked to the entrance of the tent, forgetting about Ron and Hermione as he looked out into the night, thinking…
Voldemort had been raised in a Muggle orphanage. Nobody could have told him The Tales of Beedle the Bard when he was a child
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