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... as he finished speaking, a short thorn about a foot long grew on the thick railing of his arm. The thorn continued to extend, getting closer and closer to Auston inside.
Auston's fingers pinched his trousers, pretending to be calm, Dumbledore should probably shoot, he thought.
Just when the spike was about to touch Auston's robe, Dumbledore still didn't help.
Looking at Voldemort's smug smile, Auston couldn't sit still—the sharp short thorns had ripped open his robes and we ...
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