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第5章 神秘围墙

“Call a coach, somebody, pray. Directly!” .

“Hagrid's been in loads of trouble before, and Dumbledores never sacked him,” said Ron consolingly. “Worst that can happen is Hagrid'll have to get rid of the skrewts. Sorry…did I say worst? I meant best.”

“And Mr. Crackit is a heavy swell; ain’t he, Fagin?” asked Tom.

“Arthur tried to borrow Ministry cars for us,” Mrs. Weasley whispered to Harry as they stood in the rain-washed yard, watching the taxi drivers heaving six heavy Hogwarts trunks into their cars. “But there weren't any to spare.…Oh dear, they don't look happy, do they?”

“Don’t worry about us.” said one of the Death Eaters, “worry about yourself, breaking curfew!”

“Ah, no, I don't believe it…I've lost my wand!”

“Er…Professor Moody…why d'you reckon Mr. Crouch wanted to look around Snape's office?”

“Apologize!” Hagrid snarled as Karkaroff gasped for breath, Hagrid's massive fist at his throat, his feet dangling in midair.

“Don't you want to see what Percy's written?” Harry asked her hastily.