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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧
𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎
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Later back in the Leaky Cauldron, Hagrid and Harry, are at a long table, eating soup. Everything is too quiet, Hagrid soon notices this.
"You all right, Harry? You seem very quiet," he asked.
"He killed my parents, didn't he? The one who gave me this. You know, Hagrid, I know you do."
"Something is wrong," Tom muttered to Madeline.
"I agree something seems off,"
Hagrid, sighed and pushed his bowl away, " First, and understand this, Harry, 'cause it's very important. Not all wizards are good. Some of them go bad. A few years ago, there was one wizard who went as bad as you can go. And his name was V-...his name was V-..."
At this point the atmosphere became tense. Yet, the teachers could see bets being made. And snarky comments being thrown at each other
Harry: Maybe if you wrote it down?
"Really?" Hermione asked.
"What?!"Harry protested.
The others watched expectantly for her answer. "Nothing," she murmured.
Hagrid: No, I can't spell it. All right. [quietly] Voldemort.
"Ha!" A string of profanities left James's mouth, as he gave the younger Black fifteen galleons.
