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And that complete cow Pansy Parkinson, said Vheat viciously. How she got to be a prefect when shes thicker than a concussed troll. Whos Hufflepuff. Harry asked. Ernie Macmillan and Hannah Abbott, said Ron thickly. And Anthony Goldstein and Padma Patil for Ravenclaw, said Hermione.
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