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... s silence draped over Hogwarts like a mourning shroud. The castle slumbered. Not a creature stirred across the grounds. Even the wind held its breath.
A soft crack split the air beside the Great Lake.
Arthur materialized at the water’s edge, his dark robes blending seamlessly with the shadows. Dumbledore’s tomb stood nearby—solemn, undisturbed, pristine in white marble.
Time to disturb the dead, Arthur thought without a shred of guilt.
With a flick of his fingers, ...
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