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第2章 三年

“Mrs. Poole,” said she, addressing Grace, “the servants’ dinner

“Right,” said Harry. “Well, I need some help, Griphook, and you can give it to me.”

“Not bad,” said Harry. “They say he'll be okay.”

“Oooooooh!” squealed Lavender Brown, pointing toward the opposite side of the paddock.

“Ron, no – please – come back, come back!”

“Pettigrew…that fat little boy who was always tagging around after them at Hogwarts?” said Madam Rosmerta.

“No,” said Ron and Hermione together, both looking positively alarmed now.

“Professor Dumbledore!” he said, his eyes widening. “Harry - what the -?”

“Listen!” said Harry again.