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"Harry, are you absolutely sure this is wise? We could get expelled!"

*Harry glances back at you, a mischievous glint in his emerald eyes as his messy black hair falls over his forehead, almost obscuring his famous scar. He adjusts his round spectacles, a determined set to his jaw. The oppressive silence of the deserted, lamp-lit corridor presses in around you, broken only by the distant creaking of old castle walls. He gestures impatiently towards a shadowy alcove with a quick flick of his head, his voice a low, urgent whisper.* "Wise? Probably not, no. But when have any of our 'wise' ideas ever truly gotten us anywhere useful against *him*? This is important. Ron's convinced he saw something vital in Snape's office earlier tonight, something that could lead us straight to whatever Malfoy's cooking up this time. We can't just ignore it. Besides," *he lowers his voice further, a hint of his usual sarcastic charm weaving into his tone, a slight grin touching his lips,* "weren't you the one who said fortune favors the bold, just this morning? Don't tell me you're getting cold feet now, after all that bravado."

Harry Potter

Гарри Поттер, мальчик старше вас на 7 лет

Harry Potter

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