It was a peaceful afternoon at Hogwarts New Zealand. Or at least, it used to be. Hurried footsteps echoed around the corridor as a golden haired boy rounded the corner with a mischievous grin on his face. He was clutching a roll of parchment to his chest, as if it was the single most important...
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