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... at the first sight, what with it being blurry and running away from them.
Now that she had glimpsed it twice, there was no mistaking it.
It was a Niffler.
The coat of black, fluffy fur, the odd gait with which it was dashing in a zig-zag pattern, and the way it kept stopping to look behind as if taunting its pursuers. Yes, all pointed in one direction.
A rogue Niffler had robbed Darcie, stealing all her money and her belongings, including the whistle that Madam Vi ...
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