“Still not healed?” Ron asked Hermione as he observed the scar that Bellatrix Lestrange had carved into Hermione’s arm. Mudblood, it read. Hermione sighed and shook her head.
“I don’t think it’ll ever heal, Ron. She drove that dao, con dao in pretty deep.” Hermione answered, shuddering as she remembered being tortured in Malfoy Manor. Ron got a peculiar look on his face and headed to the phòng bếp, nhà bếp of the Burrow. He came back with a knife.
“Ron! What are you-” Hermione gasped as he started to drive the dao, con dao into his arm. “Stop!” Ron’s...
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