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... Crouch had never felt better.
He wasn't unarmed, and the "wand" in his hand, though unorthodox in shape, brimmed with power.
Far stronger than any wand he'd ever used—be it the one he got as a student, the one from his biological father, or even Moody's.
Now, his real father fought by his side.
His gaze lingered on the finger, then shifted to the person across from him.
Once a chubby little boy, now a towering Gryffindor—Neville Longbottom stood over six f ...
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