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¡°Come on, Harry!¡± said George, fighting his way over. ¡°Party! Gryffindor common room, now!¡±
¡°Are you going to report me?¡± Harry asked her, grinning.
By the time they reached open ground, darkness was settling like a spell around them.
He strode across to his fire, seized a fistful of glittering powder from a jar on the fireplace, and threw it into the flames.
¡°¨C well, more innocent than we are now ¡ª we got into a spot of bother with Filch.¡±
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