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... f mourned.
Hogwarts had never felt so quiet. The castle usually stirred with life even at dawn—portraits whispering, students beginning to rise—but today, everything was still.
Word of Dumbledore’s death had swept through the school like wildfire. By sunrise, even the very walls seemed to grieve. The great oak doors stood open, and a black flag bearing the Hogwarts crest hung above the entrance, its edges fluttering faintly in the breeze.
Inside the hospital wing, Harry s ...
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