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“Is the training over?”
Sirius stuffed the letter back into the pocket of his robe calmly, then withdrew all expressions on his face, looked up at the three of Harry who had just returned to the living room to rest, and picked up the butter beer bucket on the table , Poured a glass for each of them.
“It’s over!” said Harry.
“They all did a great job.”
Moody, leaning on a cane, sat down on the sofa next to him, took out a metal wine bottle from his robe pocket, and went to
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