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第8章 打了也白打（四更）

recommend would be this. A pair of hot roast fowls—from the

range (I cannot call it the society) of an individual, in a state

Rita Skeeter had just entered. She was wearing banana-yellow robes today; her long nails were painted shocking pink, and she was accompanied by her paunchy photographer. She bought drinks, and she and the photographer made their way through the crowds to a table nearby. Harry, Ron, and Hermione glaring at her as she approached. She was talking fast and looking very satisfied about something.

said, after a pause, ‘of something like it, when it came by. Where

roofed in, and there were little windows in it; but the wonderful

RED (V.O.)

repose to the livelier beauties of tint and ray; the cheek oval, fresh,

Puzzled but interested, the class got to its feet and followed Professor Lupin out of the classroom. He led them along the deserted corridor and around a corner, where the first thing they saw was Peeves the Poltergeist, who was floating upside down in midair and stuffing the nearest keyhole with chewing gum.

rushed straight from the dock at my Lord Chief Justice himself,