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... eightless, hovering in strange positions. All around, magical plants—either grotesquely aggressive or eerily lifeless—covered the field.
Crouch laughed louder and more maniacally with every passing moment, his excitement fueling his spells, which grew stronger and more dangerous by the second.
His jeering came in waves.
Neville said nothing. He ran through the shattered pitch, scattering seeds as he went, counterattacking where he could.
But against the Crouch of ...
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