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第8章 大战在即

“Oy, you! Arry Potter!” shouted a particularly grim-looking dwarf, elbowing people out of the way to get to Harry.

“Morning,” said the Muggle.

“No, sir, not on that ground; but, on the ground that you did

“Settle down, settle down,” said Professor Snape idly.

“Put you in Gryffindor,” said Dumbledore calmly. “Listen to me, Harry. You happen to have many qualities Salazar Slytherin prized in his hand-picked students. His own very rare gift, Parseltongue - resourcefulness - determination - a certain disregard for rules,” he added, his mustache quivering again. “Yet the Sorting Hat placed you in Gryffindor. You know why that was. Think.”

“Meanwhile, in the village of Little Hangleton, a maid was running along the High Street, screaming that there were three bodies lying in the drawing room of the big house: Tom Riddle Senior and his mother and father.

“Oliver,” cried Fagin, beckoning to him. “Here, here! Let me

“Master, please…please…”

“No, not near,” replied Mr. Claypole. ‘‘There! Not near; so don’t