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第3章 最强天骄乱战

‘Sirius's knife!’ said Harry. He pulled it out from inside his robes and slid it into the crack between the door and the wall. The others all watched eagerly as he ran it from top to bottom, withdrew it and then flung his shoulder again at the door. It remained as firmly shut as ever. What was more, when Harry looked down at the knife, he saw the blade had melted.

‘No. That was his nephew,’ I replied; ‘whom he adopted,

‘The weapon,’ Harry finished the sentence for him. ‘I know.’

‘Why, you knew who it was, Em’ly,’ said I.

‘Will it be Aurors who catch them?’

‘Yeah,’ said Harry, tearing his eyes away from Bellatrix Lestrange's face to glance up and down the High Street. ‘Yeah, that is weird.’

‘Silence!’ to somebody, and ladies casting indignant glances at me,

‘Ron—’

‘Well, Trot,’ she began, ‘what do you think of the proctor plan?