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“Ginny, listen...I can't be involved with you anymore. We've got to stop seeing each other. We can't be together." "It's for some stupid noble reason isn't it?" "It's been like...like something out of someone else's life these last few weeks with you. But I can't...we can't...I've got to do things alone now. Voldemort uses people his enemies are close to. He's already used you as bait once, and that was just because you were my best friend's sister. Think how much danger you'll be in if we keep this up. He'll know, he'll find out. He'll try and get me through you." "What if I don't care?" "I care. How do you think I'd feel if this was your funeral...and it was my fault...”

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Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

In this sixth installment of the Harry Potter series, the protagonist, Harry Potter, continues his quest to understand the dark magic that threatens the wizarding world. The novel delves deeper into the history of Lord Voldemort, revealing the origins of his power and the identity of his parentage. Harry's journey is marked by the discovery of a mysterious textbook left by a former student known as the Half-Blood Prince, which contains valuable insights into dark magic. As Harry and his friends navigate the complexities of their magical education and face new challenges, they must also confront the growing threat of Voldemort's return. more

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J.K. Rowling

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