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第4章 一个能打的都没有

“Ah!—she understands what she has to do,—nobody better,”

“Did you see that?” said Harry excitedly. “Something happened!”

“And I for his falsehood with my head!” rejoined Mr. Grimwig,

“Arthur, old man,” he puffed as he reached the campfire, “what a day, eh? What a day! Could we have asked for more perfect weather? A cloudless night coming…and hardly a hiccough in the arrangements….Not much for me to do!”

“…or maybe from breaking into your tomb?” suggested Harry, and Dumbledore dabbed his eyes.

“Great idea,” said Harry.

“But never by me, Citizen Defarge.”

“But I'm jiggered if I know how he got up there to do it. All I know is he and Billy had argued the day before. And then—"Mrs. Cole took another swig of gin, slopping a little over her chin this time, “on the summer outing—we take them out, you know, once a year, to the countryside or to the seaside—well, Amy Benson and Dennis Bishop were never quite right afterwards, and all we ever got out of them was that they'd gone into a cave with Tom Riddle. He swore they'd just gone exploring, but something happened in there, I'm sure of it. And, well, there have been a lot of things, funny things...”

“Get goin',” said Hagrid out of the corner of his mouth.