The Hogwarts Games
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Last published Thu, Jan 16, 2014
When a Ministry of Magic worker needs to go on a trip to a far off land called Panem, he hears tales about... A game. The Hunger Games. This gives him some ideas and before you know it, Hogwarts isn't there anymore. Not the way it used to be. No, now it's the Hogwarts Games!
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