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... ut incident. No sudden attacks, no monstrous creatures emerging from the darkness—only the natural sounds of the forest at night. The deeper the four children followed Hagrid, the more their initial fear gave way to wary exhaustion. The snapping of twigs and rustling of leaves no longer made them jump, though their eyes still darted toward every unexpected sound.

Maverick had stopped trailing them halfway through the night, slipping away unnoticed as he made his way back to the castle. H ...

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