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第8章 遇敌

“Have you anything to say at all?”

“He looks really grumpy,” said Hermione, looking around at the many Krum's blinking and scowling at them.

“It’s very much blotted, sir,” said the farmer of infants; “but it’s

“Harry, we’re coming, just get in there!” said Ron, pushing him forward.

“It is very high; it is a little difficult. Better to begin slowly.”

“It is written in letters, not figures,—twenty thousand.”

“I’m not cold.”

“Harry,” Fred began, but Harry pulled out his wand.

“I've not bin meself lately,” said Hagrid, stroking Fang with one hand and mopping his face with the other. “Worried abou’ Buckbeak, an’ no one likin’ me classes —”