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... cingly in the vast hall.
Voldemort...
Harry suppressed his wildly beating heart and instinctively squeezed his body further under the guest table, not daring to let even a corner of his clothes show.
Why, why would Voldemort be here eating in the hall?
Harry, unwilling to give up, stuck his head out for another look: a black cloak, a bald white head, the rare sight of a prison guard under the table...
Good, Harry’s anxious heart died completely.
It ...
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