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第2章 寒叶空

“Hallows,” murmured Dumbledore, “not Horcruxes. Precisely.”

“Did you make all this mess, or was some of it done when you got here?”

“Because - because -” Harry said, his heart thumping very fast; something told him it would sound very far-fetched if he told them he had been led there by a bodiless voice no one but he could hear, “because we were tired and wanted to go to bed,” he said.

“And they'd love to have me,” said Harry sarcastically. “We'd be best pals if they didn't keep trying to do me in.”

“But our Defarge,” said Jacques Three, “is undoubtedly a good

“... and then there was another flash of light and I landed on the bed again!” Ron grinned, helping himself to sausages.

“Er — hang on — yeah, I forgot, I finished it last night!”

“Bathilda Bagshot,” murmured Hermione, running her index finger over Bathilda’s embossed name on the front cover of A History of Magic. “Well, I suppose – ”

“Aha,” said Dumbledore, and he stopped again; this time, Harry really did walk into him; for a moment he toppled on the edge of the dark water, and Dumbledore's uninjured hand closed tightly around his upper arm, pulling him back. “So sorry, Harry, I should have given warning. Stand back against the wall, please; I think I have found the place.”