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第4章 再进化

‘Guilty conscience, eh?’ he wheezed. ‘Follow me.’

‘Er—are you sure this is the right way?’ he asked her pointedly.

‘—FILTHY HALF-BREEDS, BESMIRCHING THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS—’

Scrooge hung his head to hear his own words quoted by the Spirit, and

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‘I'll make Goyle do lines, it'll kill him, he hates writing,’ said Ron happily. He lowered his voice to Goyle's low grunt and, screwing up his face in a look of pained concentration, mimed writing in midair. ‘I ... must ... not ... look ... like ... a ... baboon's ... backside.’

‘Here come Ernie and Hannah Abbott,’ said Ron, looking over his shoulder. ‘And those Ravenclaw blokes and Smith ... and no one looks very spotty.’

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‘Been, yes,’ she said. ‘Term started two months ago. Another teacher has had to cover your classes. None of your colleagues has been able to give me any information as to your whereabouts. You left no address. Where have you been?’