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第3章 深渊魔兽的实力！

Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart

well, he would try to make it do. He further gave me leave to get

two hours of every day at this place; and every day on leaving it,

watched her as she mused, and the moment she raised her eyes

understand his own business, and not to interfere with other people's. Mine

Viktor Krum was standing moodily in a corner as usual and not talking to anybody. Cedric and Fheur were in conversation. Fheur looked a good deal happier than Harry had seen her so far; she kept throwing back her head so that her long silvery hair caught the light. A paunchy man, holding a large black camera that was smoking slightly, was watching Fleur out of the corner of his eye.

was, she affirmed, “aboon two hundred year old—for all it looked

under his hand, and I soothed him to let me move his hand away.

Voldemort raised his wand again and whirled it through the air. A streak of what looked like molten silver hung shining in the wand's wake. Momentarily shapeless, it writhed and then formed itself into a gleaming replica of a human hand, bright as moonlight, which soared downward and fixed itself upon Wormtail's bleeding wrist.