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第8章 名字越贱越好养活

Harry emerged from under the table to see Fred and George walking away, each carrying a stack of toast.

Hag 1:5 For this cause the Lord of armies has said, Give thought to your ways.

Happy at Moor House I was, and hard I worked; and so did

hands.

Harry edged forward and peered down one of the shadowy aisles between two rows of shelves. He could not hear anything or see the slightest sign of movement.

he had there, for many hours together.

Harry Potter

Harry looked more closely and let out a shout of laughter. Dangling from the chain in large gold letters were the words: “My Sweetheart”

Harry opened the book at random and saw a full-page photograph of two teenage boys, both laughing immoderately with their arms around each other’s shoulders. Dumbledore, now with elbow-length hair, had grown a tiny wispy beard that recalled the one on Krum’s chin that had so annoyed Ron. The boy who roared in silent amusement beside Dumbledore had a gleeful, wild look about him. His golden hair fell in curls to his shoulders. Harry wondered whether it was a young Doge, but before he could check the caption, the door of the office opened.