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... branch of the plot is about to end, and then move on to the next plot, because Ask has found something that makes him feel wrong.

I want to collect, 5609 to collect, I plan to sprint for 10,000 collections, I wonder if anyone is willing to accompany me?

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"I'm Professor Dumbledore."

"'Professor'?" Tom repeated, looking very alert. "Is it like a 'doctor'? What are you doing here? Did she ask you to come and examine me?" 

"No, it's not." Dumbledor ...

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