‘Kreacher, no!’ shouted Harry. Kreacher’s thin arms trembled with the weight of the pan, still held aloft. ‘Perhaps just one more, Master Harry, for luck?’ Ron laughed. ‘We need him conscious, Kreacher, but if he needs persuading you can do the honours,’ said Harry. ‘Thank you very much, Master,’ said Kreacher with a bow,
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