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第7章 庭树vs琴子

“That’s what it is, sir,” replied the constable, coughing with a

“What does she want?” asked Mrs. Eshton.

“The Muggle Morfin attacked? The man on the horse?”

“We do!” said Hermione. She had sat up straight, her eyes bright. “We protest! And I’m hunted quite as much as any goblin or elf, Griphook! I’m a Mudblood!”

“What does she understand?” said Harry distractedly, still looking around, trying to tell where the voice had come from.

“The original?” inquired Xenophilius sharply, and when she nodded, he said, “Well then, why don’t you read it out aloud? Much the best way to make sure we all understand.”

“So why're we stopping?”

“Well, then, what better place to start my fresh researches than here, at Hogwarts?” said Voldemort. “Will you let me return? Will you let me share my knowledge with your students? I place myself and my talents at your disposal. I am yours to command.”

“Unchanged and unchangeable,” was the reply. And he