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Crookshanks
22. Kneazle
The party was in full swing, celebrating Ron and Hermione becoming prefects. I watched as Kreacher weaved his way through the kitchen to the boiler room. Ron was eulogising about the merits of his new broom, Kingsley was quietly explaining what had happened during his latest exchange with Scrimgeour. Scrmgeour was unhappy with the lack of progress Kingsley was experiencing in finding Sirius.
Kreacher was now winding his way back towards the stairs and I realised that I wasn’t the only one watching. Crookshanks was following the elf, stalking him like prey.
I chuckled. “I’d swear that cat’s part Kneazle…”
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