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第4章 旧事

St. Mungo's Hospital promised a full inquiry last night after Ministry of Magic worker Broderich Bode, 49, was discovered dead in his bed, strangled by a pot plant. Healers called to the scene were unable to revive Mr. Bode, who had been injured in a workplace accident some weeks prior to his death.

Should any little accidental disappointment of the appetite occur,

She was looking at Harry as she had never looked at him before. And all of a sudden, for the very first time in his life, Harry fully appreciated that Aunt Petunia was his mother's sister. He could not have said why this hit him so very powerfully at this moment. All he knew was that he was not the only person in the room who had an inkling of what Lord Voldemort being back might mean. Aunt Petunia had never in her life looked at him like that before. Her large, pale eyes (so unlike her sisters) were not narrowed in dislike or anger, they were wide and fearful. The furious pretence that Aunt Petunia had maintained all Harry's life—that there was no magic and no world other than the world she inhabited with Uncle Vernon—seemed to have fallen away.

sparkled and rustled at iron-grated windows, dogs pulled hard at

seldom, if ever, known to be an infirmity attendant on perfect

secrets, than the needs of all France. A happy circumstance for

So what do we do to make money? Mike asked.

sort of thing, infinitely more exclusive, less mechanical, and more

simple love and truth at last. Have no apprehensions for me,