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Oh, for heaven__ sake, Sirius, Dumbledore said no!__ bearlike black dog had appeared at Harry__ side as Harry clambered over the various trunks cluttering the hall to get to Mrs. Weasley.__h honestly,_ said Mrs. Weasley despairingly. __ell, on your own head be it!__he great black dog gave a joyful bark and gamboled around them, snapping at pigeons, and chasing its own tail. Harry couldn__ help laughing. Sirius had been trapped inside for a very long time.
J.K. Rowling Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
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Oh, for heaven__ sake, Sirius, Dumbledore said no!__ bearlike black dog had appeared at Harry__ side as Harry clambered over the various trunks cluttering the hall to get to Mrs. Weasley.__h honestly,_ said Mrs. Weasley despairingly. __ell, on your own head be it!__he great black dog gave a joyful bark and gamboled around them, snapping at pigeons, and chasing its own tail. Harry couldn__ help laughing. Sirius had been trapped inside for a very long time.
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