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第5章 大小妖女的技能

“I have only two words to say to you,” he told them, his deep voice echoing around the Hall. “Tuck in.”

“I suppose we can have a drink, at least?” asked Dumbledore. “For old time's sake?”

“I grieve to leave Thornfield: I love Thornfield:—I love it,

“Hermione?”

“I have not the inclination to parley,” said Mr. Brownlow, “and,

“Just a get well card,” said Hermione hastily, trying to poke it out of sight, but Ron was too quick for her. He pulled it out, flicked it open, and read aloud:

“I think you'd better tell Professor Dumbledore,” said Harry. “He ought to know Malfoy's celebrating—I mean, that someone threw you out of the Room.”

“It is a long time,” repeated his wife; “and when is it not a long

“It’s not just that,” Harry said, still avoiding looking at her, “Muriel said stuff about Dumbledore at the wedding. I want to know the truth…”