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第2章 骨翼再现

“There is no way they'd let me be a Death Eater!” said Ron indignantly, a bit of sausage flying off the fork he was now brandishing at Hermione and hitting Ernie Macmillan on the head. “My whole family are blood traitors! That's as bad as Muggle-borns to Death Eaters!”

“We've got two unbeatable Beaters.”

“When you say you’ve got the Cloak, and clothes…” said Harry, frowning at Hermione, who was carrying nothing except her small beaded handbag, in which she was now rummaging.

“Why, you’re at it afore my face!” said Mr. Cruncher, with signs

“Well, that I do, sir,” replied the old lady. “People’s eyes, at my

“Whereas a young boy, named Oliver Twist, absconded, or was

“What's this racket? Wake up the whole castle, will you? I'll have you, Peeves, I'll have you, you'll…and what is this?”

“We're going to talk now,” said Riddle, still smiling broadly, and he pocketed Harry's wand.

“Why return? We were better without you, happier without you, glad of your absence…. We laughed at your stupidity, your cowardice, your presumption–”