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Doyle looks between his wife and the house elf, then back again. "Is it possible to confund a house elf or modify its memories?" he asked her, unwilling to believe that the elf could have been involved in anything so sinister as the kidnapping of their children. Doyle turned back to the elf and slipped to the floor so that he was on his knees in front of the elf. He placed his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "What is the lat thing you remember before you gave the children over?"
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