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He was lying on a bed, with sheets over him. “I…” A crazy idea hit him. Vxxx And now the torrent…” Dumbledore reached out and stroked Fawkes, the phoenix let out an appreciative trill. “I hate mysteries.” Was all he said. Harry found himself staring directly into Moody’s artificial eye. He didn’t bother to conceal his voice, the barman was undoubtedly used to stranger than him and even if not he probably wouldn‘t care. “I don’t really know.”
“No?” Harry stood up suddenly. “What?” Harry checked under his seat cushion before sitting down. “I wouldn‘t do such a horrible thing.”
“Ah, of course.” The Triwizard judge nodded.