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... tightly gripped the Willow Wand, knuckles turning white with exertion.
Filch felt something was amiss. As he stared into the darkness ahead, he seemed to hear something—a sound that was hard to describe, like a silky thread wrapping around the man’s consciousness, trying to lure him into that unknown, pitch-black corridor—
"Come back! You old Squib!"
Peeves scratched his head, spinning anxiously in mid-air, his translucent body vibrating with impatience, "That direction i ...
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