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Dumbledore's voice was steady, but there was a gravity to it that made Nero's breath hitch.
Despite knowing this was a memory, Nero could feel it.
The shift in the air. The sheer weight of the two powers clashing before his eyes.
The hall, once a place of knowledge and debate, was now a battlefield.
At one end, Voldemort stood like a wraith, his serpentine face split by a cruel smirk.
The flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows acro ...
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