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Incensed by the c*****e he’d witnessed, Harry angrily mounted his horse and slipped away into the scrub, leaving Robert and Patrick to seriously mull over the disaster.
Driven by an intense, almost maniacal desire to capture and punish Ron, Harry followed in the general direction he thought his foe had taken and soon, albeit luckily given the thick undergrowth, crossed a path of recently broken saplings and tree branches. Unexpectedly, Harry noticed something snagged on one of those branches: standing out like a beacon, was a small piece Ron’s familiar black shirt for sure.
After another twenty minutes or so, this time movement through the undergrowth ahead caught Harry’s eye. He dismounted, grabbed his shotgun and approached cautiously.
No sign of Ron. But his horse was on the grou
