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“You have something to share with us?” Felix oked a brow.
“Yes,” Queensbury hing shrill ihe Home Offie has deemed your ase a part of mine and reassigned you. I will need all your ase notes and files.”
Laughing, Igora walked away.
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She huffed, her breathing a harsh rhythm bouhing rage abreaking disappoi. Felix stepped forward and shook his head, “Right, you’ll do what you aween raiding the warehouses ahe high pried valuables to their rih owo Igora. “I fot it was aion year.”
“Just owl me the files,” Queensbury waved them off. “Move on to your &’s an order.” He walked aeared down a hallratied evehs.
& moving ohey needed a suddeo haion. Igora needed a break i more importantly, she needed a igarette.
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MLaggen frowned. “Love an be very gerous.”
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“I an’t help y ihers!” she said. “I’m—I’m—-well, I ame in as a ourtesy.”
“A ourtesy?”
Granger nodded. “Marwan Zivantus has been killed, and his Timepiee is missing.”
“We’re aware.” Iarus found it inreasingly uli of Uside of the Time Chamber who khe Iniquitous Eleveimepiees.
“Are yer raised her brows, “that there is some sort of soul-sing ult s Edinburgh for the missing Timepiee?”
Iarus grabbed his jaw and losed his eyes. “What—?”
“I doo expion, I just wath resembling a Timepiee and a portkey permit for the Ministry Barraks.”
Iarus was still hung up on the soul-sing ult in Edinburgh part. “Why—?”
“Why should you let me, Hermier—a bright and loyal servant of this Ministry aed war hero—have a few trivial requests ientially horrendous Ministry bluruly amitous?”
&’s go with that.” Iarus had a si happehis moment, he would be doing paperwork for the rest of his life.
“If you allow me this, a me leave tonight,” Granger offered, “I will ome bak tomorrow. I will spend every waking minute helping brihers and finding a solution to the urse.”
“Deal,” Iarus breathed. “But you get a tail tonight.”
“Fine,” Granger agreed. “A MLaggen,” she said, just as Iarus added, “It’s gonna be MLaggen.”
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A figure iraepped out ahem. “There’s no way I ao stay for supper, Pall asked, steely gaze fixed upon the Gryffindor. She walked i and Drahout the straihe eared years you youthful in appearane and demeaioress ertainly suited her.
Pave her a genuine smile and shook his head. “Sorry, Headmistress. It’s this ase. We have to go.”
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