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第9章 元主之梦

“Time to go, Harry, dear,” she whispered, moving away to wake Ron.

“these are the papers of monsieur inside, with the white head.

“Strangers,” clicked the spider who had brought Ron.

“What answer’s that?” returned Sikes. “Where are you going?”

“Thrivin',” Hagrid called back happily.

“What if they’re all really the Elder Wand, made by Death?” said Ron. Harry laughed: The strange idea that had occurred to him was after all, ridiculous. His wand, he reminded himself, had been of holly, not elder, and it had been made by Ollivander, whatever it had done that night Voldemort had pursued him across the skies and if it had been unbeatable, how could it have been broken? “So why would you take the stone?” Ron asked him. “Well, if you could bring people back, we could have Sirius…Mad-Eye…Dumbledore…my parents…” Neither Ron nor Hermione smiled.

“The neighbourhood was a little too hot, Lively,” said Fagin,

“Very well,” he said, sitting down again. “Voldemort has overcome that particular barrier. Harry, continue, please.”

“Who can it be, though?” she said in a quiet voice, as though continuing a conversation they had just been having. “Who'd want to frighten all the Squibs and Muggle-borns out of Hogwart's?”