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“Oh, it's you, is it?” said Madam Pomfrey, ignoring this and bending down to stare closely at him. “I suppose you've been doing something dangerous again?”

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“Setting Dementors around a school, she muttered, pushing back Harry's hair and feeling his forehead. “He won't be the last one who collapses. Yes, he's all clammy. Terrible things, they are, and the effect they have on people who are already delicate —”

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