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第4章 文心雕龙（上架求月票求订阅！）

“I want you to come up to my office first. Harry,” he said quiedy as they headed up the passageway. “Sirius is waiting for us there.”

“How — how —?” said Black weakly, staring at the Hippogriff.

“Have it your own way, Potter,” said Malfoy, grinning maliciously. “If you think they can't spot a Mudblood, stay where you are.”

“I - I is finding it…finding it there, sir…” she whispered, “there…in the trees, sir.

“I’ll see you later,” he said, and followed the other two out of the bedroom.

“I shall call the headmaster!” shouted Professor McGonagall. “I'm warning you, Peeves -”

“If you expect me to be surprised,” said her brother Solomon,

“It's okay, you know, you can tell me the truth,” he said. “If you don't want everyone else to know, fine, but I don't know why you're bothering to lie, you didn't get into trouble for it, did you? That friend of the Fat Lady's, that Violet, she's already told us all Dumbledore's letting you enter. A thousand Galleons prize money, eh? And you don't have to do end-of-year tests either.…”

“Imagining things, am I?” growled Moody. “Seeing things, eh? It was a skilled witch or wizard who put the boy's name in that goblet…”