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And Harry raced back up the stairs and shoved the staircase back into the trunk with his heel, and, panting, turned the pages of the book until he found the picture he wanted to show to Draco. The one with the white, dry, cratered land, and the suited people, and the blue-white globe hanging over it all. That picture…
"Oh... there aren't many people who know how to do true science - understanding something for the very first time, even if it confuses the hell out of you. Help would be helpful." Draco stared at Harry with his mouth open. "But make no mistake, Draco, true science really isn't like magic, you can't just do it and walk…
Harry thought, considered, chose his weapon. "Draco, you want to explain the whole blood purity thing to me? I'm sort of new." A wide smile crossed Draco's face. "You really should meet Father and ask him, you know, he's our leader." "Give me the thirty-second version." "Okay," Draco said. He drew in a deep breath…