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第8章 一剑杀神

“No - honestly - didn't I just say how nice Myrtle's looking?” said Hermione, nudging Harry and Ron painfully in the ribs.

“Lovely, madam,” squeaked Hokey.

“Please, sir, I'm supposed to take Harry Potter upstairs.” Snape stared down his hooked nose at Colin, whose smile faded from his eager face.

“Look sharp, Tom, you don't want to be caught out of bed out of hours, and you a prefect.. .”

“Mr. Malfoy states that he was standing talking to Weasley, when a large amount of mud hit him in the back of the head. How do you think that could have happened?”

“Now, Aggerawayter! What are you up to? At it agin?”

“Not a word now,” said the Jew, descending the stairs.—“I say,”

“Off with some of our lot?”

“Quick!” she said, “tell them to fetch a hackney-coach, and be