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第8章 为难的差事

“My things were indeed in shameful disorder,” murmured

“My dear Lorry, I doubt if that could easily be. There has been

“Monitors, collect the lesson-books and put them away! Four

“No,” said Harry, leading the way over to the Gryffindor table and throwing himself into a chair, furious. “He never even told us, did he? I reckon she was so mad he wouldn't give her loads of horrible stuff about me, she went ferreting around to get him back.”

“Let me see; he’ll be back in twenty minutes, at the longest,”

“So did I, it was the stupidest thing I've ever seen.”

“Not to worry,” grunted Aunt Marge, mopping her face with her napkin. “Must have squeezed it too hard. Did the same thing at Colonel Fubster's the other day. No need to fuss, Petunia, I have a very firm grip.…”

“No!” said Harry. He got up again. “I'll have one more go! I'm not thinking of happy enough things, that's what it is…hang on…”

“Mum! I can’t give a professor love!”