Duration: 57.2s

...here you stand before me as though it were only yesterday. I confess myself... ...disappointed. Not one of you tried to find me. Crabbe! Macnair! Goyle! Not even you... ...Lucius. My Lord, had I detected any sign, a whisper of your whereabouts... There were signs, my slippery friend. And more than whispers. I assure you, my Lord, I have never renounced the old ways. The face I have been obliged to present each day since your absence... ...that is my true mask.