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“Sirius Orion Black!”
“Oh, crap,” Sirius muttered from his hiding place, squatting down as his Uncle Cygnus finally stopped leaping around from the frog he’d managed to drop down the back of his shirt using a spell he’d recently perfected the use of—Wingardium Leviosa. Alphard was holding back a chuckle.
“I know it was you who did that to your uncle!” Walburga said. “When I get my hands on you!”
Sirius darted from the room.