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第5章 元气大伤

“Oh, Ron, please let's move, they're going to do it!” Hermione breathed.

“Meteolojinx Recanto?” whispered Ron. “No, I didn’t. Thanks, D – I mean, thanks, Arthur.”

“Sit,” she said, and they both backed into chairs by the fire.

“Ron!” said Hermione, this time clearly audible over the rain thundering on the tent roof, but again, he ignored her.

“People have died, though!” said Hermione in a worried voice as they walked through a door concealed behind a tapestry and started up another, narrower staircase.

“Mr. Crouch!” Harry shouted. “From the Ministry! He's ill or something - he's in the forest, he wants to see Dumbledore! Just give me the password up to -”

“Please, I need some help. I need to know anything you can tell me about the lost diadem.”

“No, I would prefer-”

“My Patronus is a stag.”