Sirius โ itโs me . . . itโs Peter . . . your friend . . . you wouldnโt . . .โ Black kicked out and Pettigrew recoiled. โThereโs enough filth on my robes without you touching them,โ said Black.
J. K. RowlingOh, there you are, Albus,' he said. 'You've been a very long time. Upset stomach?' 'No, I was merely reading the Muggle magazines,' said Dumbledore. 'I do love knitting patterns.
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