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第3章 第一个人死亡，王明下

‘It wasn't a nightmare,’ said Harry quickly.

‘Yes,’ Harry said, talking directly to Aunt Petunia now. He came back a month ago. I saw him.’

‘Yes.’

‘Well?’ said I; ‘suppose you were!’

‘Yeah,’ said Hermione, turning away from the pitch-black, snow-flecked window, a broad smile spreading across her face. ‘Hagrid's back.’

‘Oh, very well,’ he said, looking resigned. ‘I can't pretend I haven't been expecting it.’

‘They can leave the house if they really want to,’ Harry contradicted him. ‘Dobby did, he left the Malfoy's’ to give me warnings two years ago. He had to punish himself afterwards, but he still managed it.’

‘Probably a long time,’ she replied; ‘I think it will be best—for

‘No!’ or ‘Oh!’ when the text seemed to require it: which was always