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第7章 争吵

Harry turned to look at Ron and Hermione. Neither of them seemed to have understood what Xenophilius had said either.

Harry got to his feet, trod on the hem of his robes, and stumbled slightly. He set off up the gap between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. It felt like an immensely long walk; the top table didn't seem to be getting any nearer at all, and he could feel hundreds and hundreds of eyes upon him, as though each were a searchlight. The buzzing grew louder and louder. After what seemed like an hour, he was right in front of Dumbledore, feeling the stares of all the teachers upon him.

He dived. The Horntail's head followed him; he knew what it was going to do and pulled out of the dive just in time; a jet of fire had been released exactly where he would have been had he not swerved away…but Harry didn't care…that was no more than dodging a Bludger.…

he could not resist, to steal a look at the stranger; and that

hands at once. ‘He was crossing you and wheedling you, I saw; and

has the most agreeable of faces,—not absolutely beautiful, but

Hadley rams the tip of his club into the con's belly. The man falls to his knees, gasping and clutching himself. Hadley takes his place at Norton's side again. Softly:

HARRY POTTER SPEAKS OUT AT LAST:

He stood at Miss Temple’s side; he was speaking low in her ear: