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... outside Grimmauld Place. The weeds growing from the cracks in the cracked stone brick road on the ground of the square did not receive the daily maintenance of the city hall.
The sound of the car whistle in the distance, the background is even more desolate, a feeling of being abandoned by the quasi-society.
Hermione looked at the decaying environment around her, and smacked her lips, "The Black family is one of the oldest pure blood families, why do they live in such a ruined plac ...
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