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... rn was on about, but he committed every word to memory. He’d look into it later. After all, it sounded like one of those fateful encounters straight out of a hero’s tale—he wasn’t about to pass it up.
In the familiar Great Hall, the young witches and wizards savored their final weekend dinner. Classes loomed tomorrow, yet the atmosphere buzzed with chatter and laughter—everywhere except the Slytherin table, where Erwin slurped his noodles with a malicious glint in his eye. He hoped they’ ...
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