The owner of the hand that patted Capone on the shoulder smiled in the sunlight from the tower.
"It seems that Mr. Roman has already figured everything out?" Sean said with a smile.
If Madam Pomfrey saw Capone's expression now, she might call her a liar.
In the infirmary, the boy who was still full of pain and mixed with a trace of gloom had a shy smile on his face, he was even a little shy.
"Not, not... sir."
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