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... cked her wrist, and her wand appeared in her hand. With a gentle wave, a soft breeze swirled around the Sorting Hat, drying it in seconds.
Erwin eyed the spell appreciatively—it was far more efficient than any Muggle dryer.
"Now, Mr. Cavendish," McGonagall said briskly, "shall we proceed with the sorting?"
Erwin inclined his head. "Of course, Professor. My apologies for the delay."
She nodded. "Take a seat, then."
He settled into the chair as she placed th ...
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