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Brooms, Thestrals and the like. We go in pairs.

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That way, if anyone's out there waiting for us, and I reckon there will be...

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...they won't know which Harry Potter is the real one.

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The real one?

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No. Absolutely not.

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I told you he'd take it well.

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No, if you think I'm gonna let everyone risk their lives for me, I--

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I mean, taking that, becoming me. No.

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Well, none of us really fancy it, mate.

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we ended up a scrawny, specky git forever.

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Everyone here is of age, Potter.

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They've all agreed to take the risk.

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Technically, I've been coerced.

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Mundungus Fletcher, Mr. Potter.

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All right, Granger, as discussed.

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- Straight in here, if you please.

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It tastes like goblin piss.

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Have a lot of experiences with that, do you, Mad-Eye?

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Just trying to diffuse the tension. Oh. Ugh.

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Not yet, you're not.

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a bit more sporting, have you?

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I don't really fancy this color.

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All right, all right.

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You'll need to change too, Potter.

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Bill, look away. I'm hideous.

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I knew she was lying about that tattoo.

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Harry, your eyesight really is awful.

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The real Harry.

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- Where the devil are you, anyway? - Here.

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You'll ride with Hagrid.

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Seems only right that I should be the one to take you away now.

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Yes, it's all very touching. Let's go.

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On the count of three.

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Hold tight, Harry. Ò» One... ¶þ

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