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Scorpius was lost. Totally, completely lost and he cursed himself for being such an imbecile, going on such an expedition all by himself. Aberforth Dumbledore's former tavern had always been the  place for adventurous sorcerers and people with dubious virtues, why did he liked the place so much? He and Albus Severus spent so many hours there, trying to learn what was forbidden at Hogwarts, through bits of conversations and Weasley's ears spying stuff. Now that Aberforth was back, it had been crowded with all sorts of people, even "creatures" he couldn't identify. Hiding in his cellar had been easy, the man wasn't too enclined on cleaning. What he had learned there, he's had to hide it from everyone, even Albus. Now he regretted bitterly, cause he was alone and starving.

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