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第8章 对，对不起，我不知道自己境界这么高……

“So the things in the water won't do anything to us if we cross in Voldemort's boat?”

“Love me, then, or hate me, as you will,” I said at last, “you

“So he's worried,” said Mr. Weasley with grim satisfaction. “Oh, I'd love to get Lucius Malfoy for something …”

“Ron! Ron! Are you all right?” squealed Hermione.

“Oppugno!” came a shriek from the doorway.

“No!” said Harry. He got up again. “I'll have one more go! I'm not thinking of happy enough things, that's what it is…hang on…”

“Nephew, I believe—but in any case degenerate successor—of

“Peeves, get down here NOW!” barked Professor McGonagall, straightening her pointed hat and glaring upward through her square-rimmed spectacles.

“Moody,” Harry said. He was still in a state of complete disbelief. “How can it have been Moody?”