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... or hummed with the rustle of parchment and the mutter of incantations practiced under breath. Even the Beauxbatons gardens, usually filled with laughter and leisure, had become quiet corners where students buried themselves in last-minute revision. The promise of summer holidays hung in the air like the first warmth of spring, made all the brighter by the anticipation of the Quidditch World Cup. Rumors about the Irish and Bulgarian teams’ dominance carried through the halls; everyone wanted to b ...
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