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第7章 灵宝亲来

“— so obviously, the Malfoys knew Black was working for Voldemort —”

“And now, Harry, I must insist that we press on. I have more important things to discuss with you this evening.”

“Cup of tea?” Lupin said, looking around for his kettle. “I was just thinking of making one.”

“Are you going to enter?” Malfoy repeated. “I suppose you will, Potter? You never miss a chance to show off, do you?”

“Dead,” said Hagrid gloomily. “Too much lettuce.”

“And that's our stuff you're nicking. Three Galleons, nine Sickles. I'll knock off the Knut.”

“Changed!”

“Does he?” said Hermione, looking startled. “I wonder what he's up to? I don't know whether you should go, Harry.…” She looked nervously around and hissed, “It might make you late for Sirius.”

“Hagrid wasn't talking about your singing,” said Harry quietly. “He was talking about my mum and dad dying.”