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第4章 要杀你啊

“He's there!” Harry said, spotting Sirius as they rose up beside the window. He reached out, and as Buckbeak's wings fell, was able to tap sharply on the glass.

“I don’ want ter spoil it fer yeh,” said Hagrid. “But it's gonna be spectacular, I'll tell yeh that. Them champions're going ter have their work cut out. Never thought I'd live ter see the Triwizard Tournament played again!”

“Harry,” she said, “I would like to know what you and Professor Dumbledore were doing this evening when you left the school.”

“I am, sir.” It is my way—it always was my way, by instinct—

“If he had the Marauder's Map on him, it would've been easy,” said Harry.

“I know!” said Harry impatiently. “I can love!” It was only with difficulty that he stopped himself adding, “Big deal!”

“I understand, sir, of course,” said Mr. Borgin. “Let me see…”

“If you please, mistress,” said a withered old female pauper,

“He my husband!” tittered the matron, parrying the question.