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第8章 钟繇·伊援手【3更】

“Certainly, my boy; certainly,” said the gentleman in the white

“Did Mr. Oliver employ women?”

“Good. Very good!” cried the portrait of Dumbledore behind the headmaster’s chair. “Now, Severus, the sword! Do not forget that it must be taken under conditions of need and valor – and he must not know that you give it! If Voldemort should read Harry’s mind and see you acting for him – ”

“Citizen Evremonde,” she said, touching him with her cold

“A murrain on the young devils!” cried the stranger; “I speak of

“Dunno,” said Harry. “He can't be worse than Umbridge, can he?”

“Er—may I offer you a glass of gin?” she said in an extra-refined voice.

“And this beautiful and accomplished lady, she is not yet

“Can I have that?” interrupted Draco, pointing at the withered hand on its cushion.