"I..."
Two hours later, Harry had put on his disguise as Ms. Lambert, and he was holding a broom as he stood in a daze before the couch.
Denvor, who was dressed and made up like Eugene, couldn‘t stop laughing wholeheartedly at his plight.
"Keep laughing, idiot, and you won't get your Osnilian beauties!" Harry threatened with his broom raised.
Denvor immediately clapped a hand over his mouth and turned serious.
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