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第0章 升仙堂

under it, trimmed my fire, and after sitting nearly an hour on the

tones and ladies’ silvery accents blent harmoniously together, and

were all built on one monotonous pattern, and looked like the

visage, with its gaunt black eyes and searching brow, intent on

well, it’s no matter.”

travelling, a disorganised country, a city that may not be even safe

weakly and pompously repeated at second-hand from Mrs. Reed;

Voldemort’s tone was musing, calm, but Harry’s scar had begun to throb and pulse: Pain was building in his forehead, and he could feel that controlled sense of fury building inside Voldemort.

was not that he had lost his good looks, or his old bearing of a