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... on's nest covered in hay. She raised her head, looking at the Welsh Green dragon that intended to make its home on the cliff wall. Every inch of her face was filled with astonishment.

Suddenly, an amused chuckle rang out from somewhere in the previously hushed stadium which was startlingly loud in the stunned silence. That lone laugh seemed to act as a catalyst, spreading like wildfire through the spectators. Even the coldest Ministry officials, adept at concealing their true emotions be ...

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