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“I should have hoped, gentlemen both,” said the spy, always
“I think I have done and uttered nothing to deserve scorn.”
“Harry? Is that you? What's happening?”
“I might as well ‘gild refined gold.’ I know it: you request is
“Here, I’ve got a picture?” Lupin shouted, pulling a photograph from inside his jacket and showing it to Fleur and Harry, who saw a tiny baby with a tuft of bright turquoise hair, waving fat fists at the camera.
