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第8章 合作吧

“cub id, sir; cub id.”

“Dear me,” said Dumbledore, shaking his head, his long silver mustache quivering. “Impaled upon your own sword, Gilderoy!”

“Another old friend,” growled Moody. “I've been looking forward to a chat with old Snape.…Come on, you…”

“Excellent!” beamed Lockhart. “Quite excellent! Take ten points for Gryffindor! And so - to business—”

“Don't mention it, m'boy, don't mention it,” said Slughorn, as Ron collapsed into a nearby armchair, looking devastated. “Pick-me-up, that's what he needs,” Slughorn continued, now-bustling over to a table loaded with drinks. “I've got Butterbeer, I've got wine, I've got one last bottle of this oak-matured mead ... hmm ... meant to give that to Dumbledore for Christmas ... ah well ...” he shrugged “... he can't miss what he's never had! Why don't we open it now and celebrate Mr Weasley's birthday? Nothing like a fine spirit to chase away the pangs of disappointed love ...”

“Four pints of mulled mead —”

“And we’ll have that,” whispered Ron, tugging Wormtail’s wand from his other hand.

“Er – yes, I have expressed that view. however – ”

“As we Disapparated, Yaxley caught hold of me and I couldn’t get rid of him, he was too strong, and he was still holding on when we arrived at Grimmauld Place, and then – well, I think he must have seen the door, and thought we were stopping there, so he slackened his grip and I managed to sake him off and I brought us here instead!“