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Where's Harry?
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He's probably already on the platform. Come on.
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Didn't mummy ever tell you it was rude to eavesdrop, Potter?
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Petrificus Totalus.
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Oh, yeah...
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...she was dead before you could wipe the drool off your chin.
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That's for my father. Enjoy your ride back to London.
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Finite.
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- Hello, Harry. - Luna!
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How'd you know where I was?
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Wrackspurts. Your head's full of them.
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Sorry I made you miss the carriages, by the way, Luna.