Vol 2 Chapter 546 No one seems to object

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With a flash of bells and whistles, the flame of a kerosene lighter lit up the dark aisles of Azkaban.

Scrimgeour glanced at the lighter in Anton’s hand in surprise, and leaned in with a cigarette in his mouth.

As the tobacco was lit like a star, he squinted his eyes, turned his head, and exhaled smoke in the other direction.

“Give it to me?”

Anton smiled and put the lighter back in the box and stuffed it into Scrimgeour’s.

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