"It's . . . it's magic, what I can do?"

"What is it that you can do?"

"All sorts," breathed Riddle. "I can make things move without touching them. I can make animals do what I want them to do, without training them. I can make bad things happen to people who annoy me. I can make them hurt if I want to."

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Chill bumps raise like braille on my arms every time I read this.