Rita stared at Harry, utterly dazed.
She found it impossible to accept the truth; it felt as though a ton of concrete had been shoved down her throat. The air around her stagnated, suffocating her. After struggling for a long time, she finally forced out a voice so hoarse it startled even her: "Mr. Potter, are you joking?"
"Not at all," Harry replied, shaking his face impassolidly. "Perhaps I need to repeat myself?"
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