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“Forgive me, Remus,” said Black.
“Not at all, Padfoot, old friend,” said Lupin, who was now
rolling up his sleeves. “And will you, in turn, forgive me for believing
you were the spy?”
“Of course,” said Black, and the ghost of a grin flitted across his
gaunt face. He, too, began rolling up his sleeves. “Shall we kill him