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“Now, now, boys,” squeaked Professor Flitwick reproachfully. “A little less talk, a little more action... Let me see you try...”
“Presumption!” echoed the Riddle-Hermione, who was more beautiful and yet more terrible than the real Hermione: She swayed, cackling, before Ron, who looked horrified, yet transfixed, the sword hanging pointlessly at his side. “Who could look at you, who would ever look at you, beside Harry Potter? What have you ever done, compared with the Chosen One? What are you, compared with the Boy Who Lived?”
“Shut up!” Snape hissed to Filch.
“No,” said Ron, “I shouldn't've -”
“Oh yes, circulation's well up,” said Luna happily.
“No,” said Harry flatly.
“Ron!” said Hermione, this time clearly audible over the rain thundering on the tent roof, but again, he ignored her.
“Since I must say so, I know it.”
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