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Harry made his way out of the bank and started down Diagon Alley. The streets were full of commuters, and Hedwig bobbed and wobbled on his shoulder as he wormed his way through the crowds.
“Hoot. Hoot hoot?”
“I know, but it was fun telling the old bat off.”
“Hoot.”
“Well yes, but if we’re all as fictional as Dawn says we are, then does it really matter if I piss off some nasty bitch at the bank?”
“Hoot.”
“I didn’t think so.”
“Hoot?”
“Back to the Leaky Caldron to talk to Dawn I guess. And Dumbledore too if he’s still there.”
“Hoot.”
“No, I don’t particularly want to listen to any of his platitudes either.”
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