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It was just possible to discern Ron under his disguise, but only, Harry thought, because he knew him so well. Ron’s hair was now long and wavy; he had a thick brown beard and mustache, no freckles, a short, broad nose, and heavy eyebrows. “Well, he’s not my type, but he’ll do,” said Harry. “Shall we go, then?”
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows; Chapter 26 - Gringotts
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“Take it,” said Scrimgeour quietly. Harry met the Minister’s yellow eyes and knew he had no option but to obey. He held out his hand, and Scrimgeour leaned forward again and placed the Snitch, slowly and deliberately, into Harry’s palm.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows; Chapter Seven - The Will of Albus Dumbledore
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“We’ll be there, Harry,” said Ron. “What?” “At your aunt and uncle’s house,” said Ron “And then we’ll go with you wherever you’re going.”
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince; Chapter Thirty - The White Tomb
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May 2, 1998
One shivering second of silence, the shock of the moment suspended: and then the tumult broke around Harry as the screams and the cheers and the roars of the watchers rent the air. The fierce new sun dazzled the windows as they thundered toward him, and the first to reach him were Ron and Hermione, and it was their arms that were wrapped around him, their incomprehensible shouts that deafened him. Then Ginny, Neville, and Luna were there, and then all the Weasleys and Hagrid, and Kingsley and McGonagall and Flitwick and Sprout, and Harry could not hear a word that anyone was shouting, nor tell whose hands were seizing him, pulling him, trying to hug some part of him, hundreds of them pressing in, all determined to touch the Boy Who Lived, the reason it was over at last —
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows; Chapter 36 - The Flaw in the Plan
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