Abrishami Glory of Desire

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The air was rent by a scream that sounded like Voldemort's when he had realized the cup had

been stolen: It tore at every nerve in Harry's body, and he knew that their appearance had caused it.

Even as he looked at the other two beneath the Cloak, the door of the Three Broomsticks burst open and a dozen cloaked and hooded Death Eaters dashed into the streets, their wands aloft.
　　　"Not under your wrapper, then, Potter?" yelled the Death Eater who had tried the charm and then to his fellows. "Spread now. He's here." 　　　Six of the Death Eaters ran toward them: Harry, Ron and Hermione backed as quickly as possible down the nearest side street, and the Death Eaters missed th
　　　Harry seized Ron's wrist as he raised his wand; there were too many of them to run. Even

attempting it would have give away their position. One of the Death Eaters raised his wand, and the scream stopped, still echoing around the distant mountains.

"Accio Cloak!" roared one of the Death Eaters

　　　Harry seized his folds, but it made no attempt to escape. The Summoning Charm had not worked on it.