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"Jaimie needs to stay out." Aradia answered, shaking her head. "Being Voldemort's son, God knows who has spells on him, checking his every move, every thought, every sense. There's no way we can tell him anything until we're sure he's clean. I'm sorry, but that's the way it has to be." Aradia replied, crossing the threshold into the hall and walking briskly up the corridor.
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