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It's all well and good for the Chosen One, isn't it? He's got all his little friends right alongside with him and it isn't like there's any one of those that I could trust. Mudbloods and Blood Traitors, the lot of them. Then there's that Black boy. He'll have been in Slytherin. Seeker, he says. About my age when-- And Professor Snape, he's got his own business to attend to. I'm certainly not about to start trusting Muggles.
As much as I'd rather not draw the parallel, it's... almost like sixth year all ov--
But Dumbledore is here. I haven't seen him yet, but Snape said-- and he doesn't have any reason to lie, he's dead.
And I miss--
This is bloody ridiculous.
Honestly, you Muggles can't even get the weather right.
Mudbl-- Granger. As impressive as it is that you've managed to keep your ridiculously bushy head down for so long. A word.