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第4章 天墟尸地

‘I'm not doing anything wrong,’ Harry called after her. She had the unmistakeable air of a cat that was off to report to her boss, yet Harry could not see why; he was perfectly entitled to walk up to the Owlery on a Saturday morning.

The Ghost smiled thoughtfully, and waved its hand: saying as it did so,

‘And now Rookwood's told Voldemort how to get the weapon?’

‘I—didn't—’

‘I don't want anything to wake up.’

‘I shall not see many more new faces in Trotwood’s stead,

‘I didn't—I meant—sorry,’ he finished in a hushed voice.

‘How d'you mean?’

‘“Bewitching—”’ I began.