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Shake it, Bake it, Brew it	By : Blackkitten23 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 70340 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 30
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Chapter List
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(I’m thinking)
“I’m speaking”
Last Time:
“you never met my owl. Say hello Hedwig” Cache smirked knowing full well that Hedwig was glaring at him from her highest perch.
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Trocar was impressed … he started with teaching runes and showed the blonde the alphabet of runes. Cache quickly proved that he could recall all the rune symbols in only a few hours by writing them out and since he had a good grasp of it they started simple means of weaving the runes together …
“I see what you want to try, but putting this rune like that will cause your ipod to be … for lack of a better word, toasted” said Trocar.
Cache frowned “runes are tricky- … oops! Hold that thought” the boy hopped up to stir his potion not seeing the vampire roll his crimson eyes. The young wizard didn’t seem to realize that memorizing the entire alphabet of runes in a few hours was not something you call ‘tricky’. Trocar knew Cache will advance quickly in this subject.
Trocar wondered something as he watched his student. He has been around a long time and he knew by the scent on the cauldron it only recently came into the boy’s possession “does that cauldron belong to someone else?” Cache flinched confirming the vampire’s suspicions “I know you had a difficult life” Trocar chuckled as Cache looked at him in shock “I’m hundreds of years old and a former teacher. I have seen many people in similar circumstances … talking helps”
The blonde stared at the red eyes for a few seconds before turning back to the potion in complete silence. He carefully pulled the cauldron off the stove top once it was done and lit the red candle to melt some wax while the potion cooled. It was very quiet … except for the kneazles playing tag. The feeling of the vampire’s eyes on his back was nerve wrecking, but … comforting at the same time.
Harry wasn’t sure what to do. He knew talking helped after seeing Griphook, but would the vampire report him? … no, it was unlikely. From what little he has seen so far Vampires and werewolves don’t trust the ministry. Not surprising considering the absurd restrictions on them, but should he reveal who he is? Harry Potter isn’t exactly loved here in Knockturn Alley, but then he only got the impression from Hagrid who made sure to emphasize that people were hunting him and that he wouldn’t be safe on his own or near here.
The silence lingered as he bottled his potions and packaged them in a box with handles Sanguini had in the owlery for mailing. A dribble of wax on the box sealed it and Harry pressed the ring into the wax. With a clear mark and a light weight charm Hedwig flew off down stairs to go through the owlery so no windows needed to be opened to risk the vampires. The thought of having Hedwig mailing things made him a little nervous at first, but not anymore. He noted several white owls in the owlery delivering mail when he went to get the packing box and asked Trocar about it. Apparently the fact that the ‘Boy Who Lived’ had a snowy white owl meant that other people had to have one too.
A little creepy, but if it meant Hedwig could fly freely then this the one time he’s thankful for the hero worship … only this once … of course if he returns with Poppy a any point he needed to disguise Hedwig so no one recognizes her, but that issue is covered. He’ll just make another set of his own disguise potion and change Hedwig’s coloring now that he tested his for a good amount of time.
Hedwig already picked the colors she wanted …
Cache sighed as he watched his owl leave and sat on the couch with Trocar “I’m only 11 almost 12 years old and I was raised by my muggle aunt and uncle … they hate anything magic” he glanced at the vampire who was listening intently “for the 10 years I lived with them I thought magic didn’t exist and that I was a freak … it wasn’t until my letter for school came that they finally told me I was a wizard, but they didn’t actually admit it until 100 more letters and a school representative came to get me … I remember the disgust on their faces”
Maybe he shivered or something to show his distress because he was pulled into the vampire’s arms …
“they are fools … did no one help you at your school?” Trocar growled, his fangs came out in his anger.
“no … it was weird, but the majority of people never noticed how malnourished I looked. No one cared except for one person who always tried to offer me snacks. I’m sure he knew something was wrong because he continued to do so even after getting detention for bringing food into the potions classroom” Harry smiled as he thought of Neville “but even that didn’t help much. With everything going on at school and what not I just couldn’t make myself start eating full meals. I never ate enough. Sometimes I even skipped meals, not that anyone noticed since the guy next to me picked off my plate” he wondered if Ron was just a pig or was also watching how much he eats … he guessed pig. Plus his height restorer just made things worse …
Trocar frowned “how did you get all the way here?”
Cache leaned back against the chest of the dark creature “I tried to tell my headmaster about my … home life, but he shot me down and said I had to return, that my aunt provided blood protection” Harry felt the vampire stiffen do to the bitterness in his voice “but I knew if I just returned after learning some magic I would be killed so I went to the only other professor I trusted, my potions professor, who hated me for some reason related to my father, but he did save me so I hoped he’d listen”
“what happened?” Trocar asked gently urging the boy to talk. So many schools and headmasters to consider … discovering anything about Cache will be hard.
“he snarled and didn’t even listen, apparently he thinks I’m a rich and spoiled brat … I snapped … his potions supplies closet was right there and I … stole several things … including the books on the table” said the young wizard.
The vampire chuckled startling the boy “you do what you have to in order to survive. Your relatives don’t sound like the pleasant sort” he said, he was considering draining both the professor and these relatives.
Harry smiled sadly “no … no they aren’t” he rolled up his left sleeve and barely flinched at the growl coming from the vampire when the scars were revealed “when I returned for the summer they separated me from my wand, had me cook dinner and then locked me away in a cell” Cache swallowed as a knot in his throat started to develop. Trocar gently rubbed circles in the boy’s back to sooth him “the next day during my chores I found out that they panned to take their squib friend and leave on a three week cruise”
“THREE WEEKS” Trocar looked horrified.
“yeah … I should be locked in that cell now and would be if I didn’t find a knack for wandless magic … it’s been over a week I think I’d be pretty weak, but that isn’t the worst … no, not by a long shot … the ministry never came to investigate so I couldn’t go there for help, the squib I mentioned was talking about reporting to a wizard and keeping tabs on me as well as abusing two kneazles” Trocar glanced at the two kneazles sliding across the floor on their dog beds “once they left I escaped. I desperately devoured book after book to learn everything I could, to find a way to escape and take care of myself. I found away around the many problems … those four vials on the table, the gold, blue, red and white are what made it possible for me to leave without being recognized”
Trocar gulped and held the boy close. As a vampire he knew what it was to be hunted and despite the fact the boy explained his story in a way that would make identifying him difficult he knew the boy was suffering. However Trocar won’t investigate those potions. He lnew that would destroy what trust there is between them. He just held the boy for a while …
“you’ll be safe here” Trocar said soothingly.
“I think that’s very true … that old goat was wrong” Cache muttered as he slowly pulled away from the vampire to start dinner.
“what old goat?” Trocar asked.
Cache shrugged as if he didn’t care when he really wanted to see how his new mentor would react “the guy who tried to convince me not to come here … Albus Dumbledore” the reaction was not quite what he expected …
Red eyes darkened to the point of nearly being black “of course that hypocritical bastard would. He preaches love, equality and so on, but does he do anything to build bridges with any creature? No! … during the first war he tried to convince many of us to join his side … a dear friend of mine did”
Harry nearly sliced his hand off with the knife he was holding he was so shocked. He was taught that the vampires and werewolves were on the dark lord’s side! “WHAT?”
Trocar closed his eyes to calm down and retract his fangs “all the books, everything you and many others were told that vampires and werewolves chose the dark, but many joined the light. The rest remained neutral … the deal was that we’d get the restrictions removed for helping, but … after Harry Potter saved everyone Dumbledore stabbed us in the back. He and his Order of the Phoenix told the ministry that we were enemies and slaughtered many. Those who were to weak from fighting stood no chance … 20 vampires, my friend included, met the sun and 30 werewolves were killed and to add insult to injury hundreds of ridiculous restrictions are thrown up and foolish rumors were spread. Albus Dumbledore is a backstabbing, power hungry bastard who shouldn’t be around children!”
“he’s a headmaster so why should he not be?” Harry asked, his hunger forgotten.
“he manipulates them. All those Slytherin children will be left no choice but to become a Death Eater because they’re alienated, calling them evil. Half of the Death Eaters probably never wanted to be, but they were too afraid to back out. The Malfoys had it the worst since Voldemort wanted their money, connections and dark items … they were forced and since no one helped them they were left no choice … I dread to think what Harry Potter has to put up with” Trocar sighed sadly, he looked up and saw Cache looking at him.
Those calculating blue eyes were watching him as if he was trying to figure out if what he said was true or a trap. What has this boy been through at such a young age that he would question that? There was much more going on here besides a neglectful school and a horrendous home life and it has something to do with who he is. His apprentice did admit that he had to hide his identity. Depending on who he is it could make things tricky because he doesn’t know the enemy.
Of course the ministry is completely untrustworthy so the young wizard was smart for not going there. The vampire highly doubted that they would be helpful despite the fact that underage magic being overlooked would be their fault. Hell, he wouldn’t put it passed them to use the theft as an excuse to put Cache away in Azkaban or have him disappear just to hide their bumbling. Going to the press also won’t help because the ministry has spies everywhere and Dumbledore … he already made his opinion clear there
“I won’t let anyone find you and will teach you in everything I know. I vow never to betray your trust … now go eat young man!” Trocar said in a tone that Harry could only described as a motherly tone, but he didn’t say that out loud. Cache finally relaxed as he sat and spoke with Trocar about training while he and his kneazles ate …
That is until the blackout shades suddenly opened revealing that the sun has just gone down …
“cool … it’s timed for the sunset” Cache smiled as he opened the balcony door to feel the warm breeze as he looked up at the starry sky. He looked down at the cobblestone streets below and saw the store windows flick on “awesome, I’ve been wanting to check out those stores”
“what are you looking for?” Trocar asked as he joined his human apprentice on the balcony.
“a cauldron, some potion books and I wanted to see what other things this apothecary has, but I don’t intend to buy since I have very little money right now” Cache commented.
“I could always buy something for you” Trocar offered, but Cache just shook his head and politely declined the offer. The vampire shrugged and leapt over the rail landing gracefully on the ground four stories below.
“show off!” Cache heard Trocar laugh and rolled his eyes as he went back inside. He was going to bring his kneazles with him, but when he checked on them he found them fast asleep already on their own beds. Hedwig flew in from out side since the balcony door was open and gave Harry a letter before retiring to her cage.
It was a notice stating that he earned 400 galleons for giving St. Mungo’s potions and that it’s in his Gringotts account … it was a lot for only one batch of pain relievers! He grabbed his green bottomless bag and headed down stairs to meet Trocar. Just as he was he saw a group of people coming in … people with amber eyes … werewolves …
Trocar frowned as Cache joined outside “that’s a new pack of werewolves and I smell two are with child … be careful around them ok? Werewolves can be very protective with cubs on the way”
“yeah … no problem, I don’t want to cause trouble. Anyway my first check came in so I can do some shopping” Cache said as he walked with the vampire.
“that’s good … I’m just going to grab a drink, I’m always within hearing distance if you need me” Trocar went into a pub called ‘The White Wyvern’. Harry thought nothing of it. Everyone needs to eat. The disguised wizard went towards the cauldron store called ‘Potage’s Cauldron Shop’ and stared at the wide selection of cauldrons ranging from iron to stone to gold and even diamond lined … he couldn’t afford that one.
As he walked in he noticed a stack of booklets on the checkout counter that went through the advantages of different cauldron “excuse me could I buy this?” he asked the woman behind the counter.
The plump stern looking woman glanced at him “2 galleons” he gave her two galleons from his remaining 47 galleons and flipped through the booklet. He found a large cauldron made of iron similar to Snape’s and picked it, but saw a cauldron made of quartz on the shelf below. The booklet said it can have strong purifying and strengthening properties if certain ingredients aren’t used. Kneazle whiskers were not on the list of ingredients that reacts badly with this cauldron type …
It would be perfect for testing his kneazle whisker theory. He wanted to see if the kneazle whiskers alone were what healed his eyes so he bought both using his key instead of the galleons in his bag. After the clerk placed them in his bottomless bag he went to check out ‘Mr. Mulpepper’s Apothecary’ and he decided that he won’t find another apothecary like this … it had everything he could imagine! For now he only bought some live leeches in a jar, a bezoar and some unicorn horn dust before leaving.
The next shop was the ‘Tomes and Scrolls’. A book shop that was filled with a wide selection of books. He strolled through the shelves and casually looked for anything of interest while trying to ignore the young clerk chatting with another employ.
“first the ‘Three Broomsticks’ now us. Who’s buying all those properties in Hogsmeade and why are we stuck in Knockturn Alley of all places?” Harry frowned as he remembered the pub he saw in Diagon alley. Did that business move? The book titled ‘Moonlight Brews’ caught his eye and he took it.
“I know, but it’s not that surprising considering we don’t filter out ‘Dark’ books from our inventory. Plus side we may get more business here! I doubt we’ll have many problems here for dark content and wouldn’t it be nice if Honeydukes moved too?”
“hmmm … I didn’t think of that. I love their chocolate!” the young wizard’s eyes lit up. Hogsmeade would be a nice place to see before it loses anymore businesses … a scroll titled ‘Ancient Sins Against Nature’ and another book called ‘Liquid Loyalty: The Lazy Approach’ were piled in his arms and he went up to the counter he paid with his last galleons before heading off to The White Wyvern where he found Trocar with a glass filled with a suspiciously blood red liquid.
Trocar smiled as Cache sat down with him and looked at the tall black haired broad shouldered werewolf next to him “this is the apprentice I told you about”
Frank gave a friendly smile “it’s good to meet you Cache. It’s not everyday someone human has the stomach to live where you do” a smirk played on the werewolf’s lips “or put up with Trocar. He isn’t mothering you too badly is he?”
“I DON’T MOTHER ANYONE!” Trocar leaned towards Frank and frowned “you need to eat more you look peaked”
Cache laughed “oh thank Merlin! It isn’t just me!” if vampires could blush Trocar would be blushing …
“now don’t sulk Trocar we’re only teasing” Frank said to the pouting vampire who was sucking down his drink as Cache ordered a tea “so Cache, why are you home schooling yourself?”
“school had some issues that I couldn’t or I guess shouldn’t have had to handle by myself, but no one cared to help. I didn’t like that so I left. Turned out to be the best choice. I learned more in a week than I did the entire school year” Cache said as he got his tea.
“some people do wonderfully on their own. I bet your potion professor would be impressed to see that St. Mungo’s ring” Frank said as he looked at the ring.
The fake blonde looked at his St. Mungo’s ring and chuckled softly “perhaps … but there’s a chance that if he saw this ring on my finger he would accuse me of cheating in some way” Cache shrugged and sipped his tea ignoring the concerned looks the two supernatural adults were giving him “so Frank will you be staying long?”
“yes, I decided to stay in one of the rooms at the same complex as you and Trocar. It seems like the safe house I need. I heard good things about the cell rooms” Frank exclaimed and he took a swig of his drink, which to Harry’s amusement was pumpkin juice.
Cache raised an eyebrow “cell rooms?”
“Sanguini has cells in the basement levels. A werewolf can rent one for a night during the full moon or rent a bedroom and cell combo. The cells are charmed to handle the wild werewolves even at their worst” Trocar blinked as if he remembered something and pulled out the item in his pocket that was connected to the gold chain revealing it to be a gold pocket watch “it’s nearly midnight! You should be in bed”
“I’m not Cinderella” Cache huffed and Frank snickered in amusement.
Trocar had on issue picking the blonde up off the stool by his shirt and setting him on the ground “no arguments. You have to start getting up for healing lessons in a few days. Getting to bed earlier will help”
“yes mother” he grumbled making Trocar twitch. The werewolf smirking at his fussy mentor’s antics was irritating Harry “you did mention Frank looked ill so he really should get to sleep too” Cache smirked as Trocar rounded on the werewolf and began nagging him. Frank shot the young wizard a dirty look and the three ended up going back together …
Harry wished them both goodnight and went into his own apartment. His kneazles were still sleeping from the day’s adventures. The wizard was tired and for one of the few times he took a dreamless sleep potion after getting ready for bed and meditating. It was strange really. Normally he had nightmares every night, but it wasn’t happening very often anymore even though he’s living with dark creatures right next door.
Not that he was complaining of course, it was just weird. Tonight he didn’t want to take any chances since those scans should be done tomorrow and he wanted a good sleep incase he got word from Griphook.
After a few hours of peaceful dreamless sleep he woke up to find Lyra cuddled up to him. a smile spread across his lips and he gently stroked her fluffy fur earning a purr. When he finally managed to tear himself away he showered, dressed and went to make breakfast. He took the pet bowls and filled them with bacon and other morsels for his kneazles who were just trotting into the kitchen.
“here you go” Harry set the bowls down and made a plate for himself and sat down at the table “with any luck we’ll hear from Gringotts today after the scans are done” Harry commented as he ate. The kneazles looked up with interest clearly meaning that they would like to go. When they went through Diagon Alley before they saw the impressive bank and wanted to explore.
Just as breakfast he finished breakfast he remember his new purchases and started pulling things out. First the books and scroll were placed on the bookshelf and the new cauldrons were set on the lowest shelf after unshrinking them.
A knock at the door made him stop what he was doing to answer it “hey Trocar! I was just putting my new things away” he said as he let the vampire in.
“ah, good timing then!” Trocar smiled as he shut the door behind him. He carefully took in the scent of old cauldron that Cache was going to wash before putting it away in the brown bottomless bag. The vampire was sure the older scent ingrained in the metal was that of the potions professor who unknowingly condemned Cache. If he can find that person he may be able to discover who his apprentice really was.
The blonde took his blood and nutrition potions and washed the dishes. Cache made sure to scrub thoroughly and put the clean cauldron away in Snape’s bag to never use it again. He sat on the couch with Trocar to continue the ipod test. Trocar was a great teacher! He doesn’t shovel out answers, but expects you to think. Of course it’s not like you can play favorites with one student …
“got it!” Cache etched a set of runes and placed the ipod on it. Trocar nodded in approval as music sounded through the air.
“very, very well done! I’ve never seen someone take to ruins so quickly!” the blonde blushed at the praise “now I think the best way for you to learn, truly learn runes and wards, is to constantly try making and destroying wards. Once you learn the rune alphabet that’s it. The rest is creativity so I will give you a challenge … I know, make a rune sequence that makes something float, but another thing untouchable” Trocar already saw the boy’s mind spinning “that’s you challenge for runes, but now lets begin an exercise routine while learning history and some law”
“exercise, law and history?” Cache wondered as the vampire starting moving the furniture around to make a big space.
“yes, you are recovering so we’ll do simple things, but the intensity will increase over time. To properly defend yourself you need a strong body and I’ll show you some ways to use knives” said Trocar as he effortlessly moved the couch even when then kneazles hopped on for a ride “this is the best way to start Defense Against the Dark Arts. Then I’ll show you some protective charms … well tell you to be precise. Once you’re turned you lose your magic ”
Cache frowned “Trocar … if you don’t mind my asking how were you turned?”
Trocar was silent as he sat on the ground and Cache joined him “it was about 550 years ago … I was just leaving class when my brother came asking for money. He was always hopeless with money. Constantly gambling and drinking. However I was a teacher and had just lent him money a week prior so I had nothing to give him … I didn’t know what hit me until it was far too late … my brother shot a curse at me once my back was turned and no one would see. Though I was stunned I knew he was beating me … “
The young apprentice moved close to the vampire trying to give some comfort ”he left me on the ground bleeding and wandless. He took my daggers, my pocket watch most likely to sell and my wand for some reason. Later I realized he was holding my wand for ransom. I was never able to pay because minutes after my brother left three vampires came out of nowhere. By then I recovered enough to stand, but though my wandless magic was strong enough to kill one it wasn’t enough … I was drained nearly to death and turned”
The vampire removed his pocket watch “I tracked my brother down before he could sell anything … he had the nerve to look at me in disgust as if I wanted this … he said such horrid things … I was just turned, angry and had zero control … I drained him and took my things back, even my wand though I can’t use it”
“that could not have been easy … you ok?” Cache asked softly.
“yeah … it was a long time ago … lets get to work” Trocar spent years carrying that burden and it felt good telling Cache his story. Having a human understand was very different than telling another vampire.
Over the next few hours he instructed Cache on what exercises to work on and how much to do. The boy diligently completed each activity without complaining and they switched to history and law as it became lunchtime. The lessons only stopped when someone knocked on the door … it was Sanguini …
“Cache a letter from Gringotts came for you” the landlord handed the letter over.
“thank you Sanguini, you didn’t have to deliver it” Cache smiled and took the letter, Sanguni vanished at inhuman speeds with a smile and the blonde shut the door before reading the letter “I have to get to Gringotts. I’ll see you in a bit Trocar” Cache waved as he let the two excited kneazles through the door first.
“ok be careful!” Trocar waved and pouted once Cache left. He wished he could go too, but maybe that was a bit too protective.
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Griphook felt a tingle from the wards around Gringotts and went out of his office to the lobby where he saw a much healthier disguised Potter and two kneazles going for the check in counter “Cache, this way please” a confused Harry turned his way and headed towards him with the kneazles behind him.
“hello Master Griphook. These two are my kneazles, Lyra and Libra. They wouldn’t let me leave alone, is that ok?” Harry asked as he followed the goblin into a private room..
“yes, quite alright Harry. To clarify you locked Cache’s vault with magic so the wards around the bank inform me when you arrive. It’s different from when you lock something by blood” the goblin explained as sat across from the young wizard “now for obvious reasons I provided no details about the scan results in the letter so we will begin here … have you felt differently since leaving Privet Drive? Be specific”
Harry patted Libra who was resting her head on his lap as he thought back “yes … I haven’t had any headaches like I used to, I feel energetic, but that could be because I’m eating properly now … and it’s like my mind has cleared up too, more so since I started meditating … oh and my dreams. I used to have terrible nightmares every night to the point where I didn’t sleep for days, but now it rarely happens”
The goblin snarled and pulled a set of blue prints that Harry recognized as the Dursley home “these are the results of the scans. There are no wards or signs of anyone having wards on their person entering the house, but we did find something besides your farewell message” Griphook smirked at the sheepish wizard “the cupboard and the coat closet upstairs were covered in charms and spells”
“what?” Harry gulped nervously.
“yes spells that influence dreams, quality of sleep, induce fear, stunt the intellect and even create loyalty. Both rooms were drenched in them. It is amazing that you were able to fight them, but being away at Hogwarts and escaping soon after would be perfect timing. You got away before they could influence you again and your mental training will fix what has been done plus remove any lingering effects. No permanent damage was done by these specific charms” the boy looked very relieved “A sample of magic was taken when Dumbledore came to withdraw more money and it’s a match. Dumbledore cast these charms and the redirect on your mail” stated the Master goblin.
The young wizard twitched “more money? He really is a creep. Is there anyway to stop that?”
Griphook nodded with a deadly smile “since you’re cutting all connections and running he can’t spend any more of your money. Here’s why … you family has a special clause stating that after school starts you must visit Gringotts and be examined to prove that you are being cared for. Your first check up is set before your 12^th birthday. Dumbledore won’t have access to you after today. I will put your vaults on lock down and inform him that we need proof that you’re being cared for or he loses access. Your trust will be closed too unfortunately is that ok?”
Harry paused to think and nodded “I have a brewing job at St. Mungo’s. the pay is very reasonable so I’ll manage … umm can I ask you to postpone telling Dumbledore until Tuesday?”
“I need a valid reason” the goblin grumbled. The master goblin received a surprise wen Harry explained that before he escaped he discovered trackers on him, his owl and his things. Harry explained that he moved the trackers and then proved it by allowing Griphook to place a tracker on him. The wizard repeated what he has done many times before and before the goblin knew it he felt a tracking bond with a quill instead of the boy!
“the items I put my trackers on are going on a trip at 9:00 Tuesday“ said Harry.
A grin of pure vindictive satisfaction appeared on the goblin’s face “I will inform him just before 9:00 on Tuesday. Now this tracking moving skill seems best done by you with your unique magic so would you be willing, for a fee of course, to help some of our other clients?”
Trocar’s lessons in law came right in time “yes, however I will not do anything unless an oath is made to protect my identity”
“understood. Is that all for today?” Griphook smirked as he boy nodded “may your gold ever grow Harry Potter”
“may your gold ever grow as well Master Griphook” Harry bowed slightly before leaving with his excitable kneazles.
The goblin manager of the Potter accounts went to another office and went in “Razorback I have an offer for your clients, the Malfoys” the other goblin looked irritated until Griphook started explaining …
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