"Is the training over?"
Sirius stuffed the letter back into the pocket of his robe calmly, then suppressed all expressions on his face, looked up at the three of Harry who had just returned to the living room to rest, picked up the butterbeer bucket on the table, and helped a few Everyone poured a glass.
"It's over!" said Harry.
"They all performed really well."
Moody, who was on crutches, sat down on the sofa next to him, took out a metal wine bottle from his robe pocket, and poured it into the
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