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第9章 小智的冠军梦

“No, Bessie; I have only just finished dusting.”

“Liked her?” said Slughorn, his eyes brimming with tears once more. “I don't imagine anyone who met her wouldn't have liked her... very brave... very funny... it was the most horrible thing...”

“Remembered you’re not at school, have you?“ said Scrimgeour breathing hard into Harry’s face. ”Remembered that I am not Dumbledore, who forgave your insolence and insubordination? You may wear that scar like a crown, Potter, but it is not up to a seventeen-year-old boy to tell me how to do my job! It’s time you learned some respect!“

“Ready?” he whispered to Hermione. “You'd better hold on to me —”

“Move,” said Voldemort, and Hagrid stumbled forward, forcing his way through the close-growing trees, back through the forest.

“Not to stay there, but to find out what’s going on!”

“Okay,” said Harry slowly, “but why?”

“Not for the world!” replied Mrs. Corney. “I couldn’t—oh! The

“Let's go,” Harry agreed.