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Neapolitan Adventure
47. Portkey
I grasped the portkey and felt the strange hooking sensation behind my navel. Spinning wildly through the air, I felt the others banging into me. We hit the ground hard, but I didn’t fall. I pulled James to his feet.
“Where are we this time?”
“Naples.”
“What do you reckon the chances of being on the outside of a sausage sandwich are?”
“Do you ever think with you brains?”
“Hey! An army marches on its stomach!”
“Since you’re on your backside, what does that make you?”
Listening to James and Sirius bicker, I grinned.
“Let’s get on with it, shall we?”
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