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... hatever it was meant to be—shuddered to a stop. Its glass door swung open, and Harry stepped out beside Maverick, at last, into the true heart of British magic: the Ministry of Magic.
The Atrium they stepped into stretched so wide and long that Harry couldn’t make out the far end at first. It felt grand and unmistakably magical, with dark wooden floors gleaming under the glow of hundreds of torches mounted high along the walls.
"Speaker Caesar..."
He turned toward the voi ...
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