"Dress me." A cold, high-pitched voice rang out.
Wormtail was still weeping. Hearing the command, he scrambled to pick up the black robes that had been wrapped around the bundle, and with one trembling hand, carefully helped slip them over the Dark Lord.
The Dark Lord stepped out of the cauldron. He was hairless, with a pale face, two large red eyes, and no bridge to his nose. His nose was as flat as a snake's, with slit-like nostrils.
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