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... down the wide corridor of flames on his broomstick, the entire stadium erupted in cheers.
He held the Golden Snitch aloft in his hand, like a triumphant warrior.
"Potter!" "Potter!" "Potter!" "Potter!"
Students from all four houses shouted Harry’s name—though Slytherin, predictably, was less enthusiastic, their cheers laced with the distinctive clipped tones of the purest-blooded among them.
No one mourned the Dementors. After all, who could possibly like those w ...
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