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... obes as Harry and Dumbledore materialized with a soft pop.
Water dripped from their clothes, each drop carrying memories of skeletal hands and poisoned desperation. Harry’s teeth chattered uncontrollably—from cold or lingering terror, he couldn’t tell.
For one horrible moment, shadows between shops morphed into Inferi in his mind, their dead fingers reaching. He blinked hard. Nothing moved. The village slept peacefully, unaware of the horror they’d escaped.
"Professor!" H ...
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