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第7章 破戒

“Come where there is some freshness, for a few moments,” he

“Ah,” Nearly Headless Nick waved an elegant hand, “a matter of no importance… It's not as though I really wanted to join… Thought I'd apply, but apparently I don't fulfill requirements’-”

“But what did you see? How do you know?”

“And helped him do it,” murmured Moody.

“Hand that over, Harry,” said Hermione hurriedly. “It says we're supposed to puncture them with something sharp...”

“Er…yeah, I did…” Harry admitted. “It was Mr. Crouch.”

“Bad news, Harry. I've just been to see Professor McGonagall about the Firebolt. She — er — got a bit shirty with me. Told me I'd got my priorities wrong. Seemed to think I cared more about winning the Cup than I do about you staying alive. Just because I told her I didn't care if it threw you off, as long as you caught the Snitch first.” Wood shook his head in disbelief. “Honestly, the way she was yelling at me…you'd think I'd said something terrible. Then I asked her how much longer she was going to keep it…” He screwed up his face and imitated Professor McGonagall's severe voice. “As long as necessary, Wood”…I reckon it's time you ordered a new broom, Harry. There's an order form at the back of Which Broomstick…you could get a Nimbus Two Thousand and One, like Malfoy's got.”

“Bad Fortune!” cries The Vengeance, stamping her foot in the

“Harry! Harry!”