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第4章 意料中的刺杀

“Ron, what -?”

“Master,” croaked Kreacher in his bullfrog’s voice, and he bowed low; muttering to his knees, “back in my Mistress’s old house with the blood-traitor Weasley and the Mudblood – ”

“She's a bit upset,” said Luna. “I thought at first it was Moaning Myrtle in there, but it turned out to be Hermione. She said something about Ron Weasley...”

“No!” said Sikes.

“Just as a matter of interest, why Tottenham Court Road?” Ron asked Hermione.

“No, no—none of that. It’s not in my department, that ain’t.”

“Now, then,” said Professor Lupin, beckoning the class toward the end of the room, where there was nothing but an old wardrobe where the teachers kept their spare robes. As Professor Lupin went to stand next to it, the wardrobe gave a sudden wobble, banging off the wall.

“My Lord,” he whispered. “Master…it is beautiful…thank you…thank you.…”

“Now, did you ever see him,” asked the Doctor, distinctly and