Chapter Thirteen
Harry waited.
He watched Argus Filch. He had a stern look on his scarred face; he walked the dim halls of the Magical Library. No witches, and wizards, could take a book out of the Restricted Section; no witches dared to, unless they were afflicted by a curse. He felt his scar burn; his eyes focused on the halls. 'What's the matter?', Hermoine asked him.
'I don't know. I think it's Voldemort', he answered.
'You don't mean You-Know-Who is back', she gasped.
'Yes, I'm afraid so', Harry said.
And Hermoine shivered.
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