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... breaths. His face was ashen, hair matted with sweat. He glanced around the dimly lit Slytherin common room, the familiar green glow from the lake windows confirming he hadn’t strayed far. Relief washed over him.
What was that? Magic? Lightning? Tom Riddle?
He shook his head, dismissing the stray thought. Just a dream? It had felt too real—the sharp sting of electricity prickling his skin lingered like a fresh burn.
Erwin splashed cold water on his face from the basin near ...
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