Molly can't stop hom

It wasn't until then that I noticed that while my brain had been calmly paddling down the stream of logic, the raging cauldron in my belly had overflowed, and I was walking with smooth, swift strides down a hallway, my staff in my left hand, my blasting rod in my right, and the runes and carvings of both were blazing with carmine light.
That was somewhat alarming.
Someone was shaking my arm, and I looked down to see that Molly was hanging on to my left arm with both hands. I was dragging her sneakers forward across the stone floor, though she was clearly trying to stop me.
"Harry!" she said desperately. "Harry! You can't!"
I turned my face away from her and kept walking.
"Harry, please!" she all but screamed. "This won't help Maggie!"
It took me a few seconds to work out how to stop walking. I did it, and took a slow breath.


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