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第8章 不吃斋诵经的道长

“Who?” demanded the traveller.

“When, History of Magic? You know full well I never listened ...”

“Then you and I must bid good-bye for a little while?”

“They resided,” said Mr. Brownlow, without seeming to hear

“Well?” said Karkaroff, still making every effort not to move his lips. “Do you see? It's never been this clear, never since -”

“Sorry?“ said Ron, but Harry understood. The painted image of Phineas Nigellus Black was able to travel between his portrait in Grimmauld Place and the one that hung in the headmaster’s office at Hogwarts: the circular cower-top room where Snape was no doubt sitting right now, in triumphant possession of Dumbledore’s collection of delicate, silver magical instruments, the stone Pensieve, the Sorting Hat and, unless it ad been moved elsewhere, the sword of Gryffindor.

“There's a light on in Hagrid's window,” Harry said suddenly.

“The boy’s eyes had slowly moved to him as he had spoken, and

“We know what’s going on! Voldemort’s taken over the Ministry, what else do we need to know?”