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... towering oak. He stretched out on the soft grass, the Bowtruckle settling comfortably against his chest. For a rare moment, tranquility enveloped them—or at least it did for Erwin. Complete relaxation had become a distant memory since he’d tangled with the Cavendish family affairs. Hogwarts offered some distance from that world, but it had thrust him into perils far deadlier than boardroom schemes.
His ruthlessness wasn’t born of cruelty; it was survival. Hesitate, and you’d end up dead. ...
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