The wizarding world has yet to take my hygeine advice. Eww. So Eww.
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"Where to?"
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"Um, somewhere clean."
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[. . .]
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"Um. Yeah... just take me to the Leaky Cauldron." |
Oh yeah. He's totally dead.
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Oh...nope. Spoke too soon.
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He drives like my grandfather.
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Skills!
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While reading the newspaper, pimplehead shows Harry a picture of an incredibly good looking guy.
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"AHHHHHHH!"
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Wow. He sure does scream well. Sexy beast. Roaaar right back to ya, baby.
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He's in the Azkaban Wizarding Prison of No Trials and No Justice Whatsoever.
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And is yet another person from Harry's life that he isn't aware of.
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Good job, idiot.
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