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“And then there were the Dementors. Harry felt sick and humiliated every time he thought of them. Everyone said the Dementors were horrible, but no one else collapsed every time they went near one...no one else heard echoes in their head of their dying parents.”

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Book:Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
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Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

In this third book of the Harry Potter series, Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts for his third year, where he faces new challenges and encounters the escaped prisoner, Sirius Black. more

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