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第6章 两门神通

‘Makes a diff'rence, havin’ a decent family,’ he said. ‘Me dad was decent. An’ your mum an’ dad were decent. If they'd lived, life woulda bin diff'rent, eh?’

‘Michael—but— ’ said Ron, craning around in his seat to state at her. ‘But you were going out with him!’

‘There is no extent of mere weakness, Clara,’ said Mr.

‘No, but—’

‘It is the ability to extract feelings and memories from another person's mind—’

‘Let us say “good night”, my fine boy,’ said the gentleman,

‘Mr. Dick,’ said my aunt, ‘you have heard me mention David

‘Why, what happened, Seamus?’ Neville asked as he placed his Mimbuius mimbletonia tenderly on his bedside cabinet.

‘They went for the boys,’ said Mrs. Figg, her voice stronger and more confident now, the pink flush ebbing away from her face. ‘One of them had fallen. The other was backing away, trying to repel the dementor. That was Harry. He tried twice and produced only silver vapour. On the third attempt, he produced a Patronus, which charged down the first dementor and then, with his encouragement, chased the second one away from his cousin. And that ... that is what happened,’ Mrs. Figg finished, somewhat lamely.