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... d little to dispel the morning chill. Arthur’s breath formed small clouds as he jogged along the edge of the lake, his pace steady and controlled.
The grounds were silent except for the occasional call of birds and the rhythmic sound of Arthur’s footfalls on the frost-hardened earth. Most students were still asleep, particularly after the late night of the welcoming feast. Even Hagrid’s chimney remained smokeless, suggesting the gamekeeper hadn’t yet risen to tend his unusual menagerie. ...
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