95| Talk.

Everything comes to a standstill after that. Especially Harry. I use the opportunity to jog up to where he's standing, and I fling the sword away from his grip.

"What is wrong with you?" I sneered at him before pulling him away from the crowd a bit.

"If you kill them, how are we going to find out who they're working for?" I raise my nose, and Harry grinds his teeth.

"We'll find that out later, but for now, we have to get rid of them. What if they attack us?" Harry says, and my lips part.

"Are you thinking straight?" It's a rhetorical question, but he shakes his head, answering it.

"Of course I'm not. These people—what if they're the ones who have been sending me those letters?"

"What? What letters? Harry, I thought that stopped." I take a step back from him, and I hear him let out a defeated sigh.

"I didn't want to worry you." He says in a calm tone, and I frown.

"Well, I'm worried now!" It comes out harsher than intended but passes the right message as Harry flinches at my pitch.

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