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Sweeney
Sweeney let out a sigh of relief. ‘So then he wouldn’t be leaving Mrs. Lovett and Toby after all.’ He thought happily to himself. ‘And the wages could be whatever Mrs. Lovett, Toby, and I needed it to be!’
Sweeney grew fonder of this idea quicker and quicker. Then another thought struck him. Toby had some magical blood. So that explained how Dumbledore knew that Toby was 11. Toby would be attending, while Mrs. Lovett taught along with himself. This idea seemed perfect. And then Dumbledore would fill all four of them in on the wizarding world while they all stayed at his house, and clearly Sweeney needed some catching up to do on this wizarding world. Quidditch. He had never heard of it before. But Dumbledore had promised to fill him and everyone else in. Sweeney thought about it for a few more minutes, and then said, “I’ll do it.”
Sweeney grew fonder of this idea quicker and quicker. Then another thought struck him. Toby had some magical blood. So that explained how Dumbledore knew that Toby was 11. Toby would be attending, while Mrs. Lovett taught along with himself. This idea seemed perfect. And then Dumbledore would fill all four of them in on the wizarding world while they all stayed at his house, and clearly Sweeney needed some catching up to do on this wizarding world. Quidditch. He had never heard of it before. But Dumbledore had promised to fill him and everyone else in. Sweeney thought about it for a few more minutes, and then said, “I’ll do it.”