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... ehind the tips lodged in his body, stabbing his legs. A pained moan escaped him as the stone sliced around in his open wound. It was clear to him in his Occlumency-churning mind that he needed to do something about the lodged into his mind before he could do anything else.
'I have time,' he thought. His eyes went to the second floor tile a distance away from him. 'It shot two projectiles at me,' the finger-sized pencil projectiles that he still had in his pocket. And just like every other ...
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