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第7章 修炼

“Go!” exclaimed the Dodger. “Why, where’s your spirit? Don’t

“And my mummy!”

“But you feel solitude an oppression? The little house there

“Ask me something now, Jane,—the least thing: I desire to be

“After that there gallop from Temple Bar, old lady, I won’t trust

“Do you like the teachers?”

“Black? Black?” said Fudge distractedly, turning his bowler rapidly in his fingers. “Sirius Black, you mean? Merlin's beard, no. Black's dead. Turns out we were—er—mistaken about Black. He was innocent after all. And he wasn't in league with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named either. I mean,” he added defensively, spinning the bowler hat still faster, “all the evidence pointed—we had more than fifty eyewitnesses—but anyway, as I say, he's dead. Murdered, as a matter of fact. On Ministry of Magic premises. There's going to be an inquiry, actually...”

“Ah!” cried Tom triumphantly, “that’s where it is! He has

“Halloa!” said Mr. Stryver, “How do you do? I hope you are