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第4章 毒丹

‘What's going on?’ Ron asked in amazement, as the whole of Gryffindor table leaned forwards to watch and another seven owls landed amongst the first ones, screeching, hooting and flapping their wings.

‘The more the merrier!’ said Sirius with such obvious sincerity that Mrs. Weasley beamed at him, threw on an apron and began to help with breakfast.

‘Yes, I am convinced of it,’ said Mrs. Steerforth.

‘Yes. If you think so,’ said I.

‘Remember—close your mind—’

‘You are probably aware, Mr. Copperfield, that I am not

‘You ask permission of my sister Clarissa and myself, Mr.

‘Well, to tell the truth, skiing's not really my thing,’ said Hermione. ‘So, I've come here for Christmas.’ There was snow in her hair and her face was pink with cold. ‘But don't tell Ron. I told him skiing's really good because he kept laughing so much. Mum and Dad are a bit disappointed, but I've told them that everyone who is serious about the exams is staying at Hogwarts to study. They want me to do well, they'll understand. Anyway,’ she said briskly, ‘let's go to your bedroom, Ron's mum has lit a fire in there and she's sent up sandwiches.’

‘Leave him ALONE!’