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The children froze mid-conversation. A collective gasp came from the younger ones—Astoria's hand flew to her mouth, and Neville nearly dropped the glass of pumpkin juice he was holding. The adults, however, reacted differently.
Arthur looked just as alarmed, his head snapping toward the tent flap as though expecting an immediate threat. "The Dark Mark? At the World Cup? Merlin..."
They all started firing questions at Harry, their voices overlapping in shock and worry. Th ...
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