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第3章 冥仙战南辰

‘Ah. I see there are no longer any points left in the Gryffindor hour-glass to take away. In that case, Potter, we will simply have to—’

‘I did, Trotwood,’ she replied, ‘what I hope was right. Feeling

‘And about time! If it hadn't come today ...’ she said, eagerly tearing open the envelope and pulling out a small piece of parchment. Her eyes sped from left to right as she read through the message and a grimly pleased expression spread across her face.

He was checked in his transports by the churches ringing out the

‘Cured!’ he announced brightly to the kitchen at large. ‘Completely cured!’

He felt the Spirit's glance, and stopped.

‘How can you be so aggravating,’ said my mother, shedding

‘Had they run away?’

‘Every evening since Tuesday ... just on my own, though. I've been trying to bewitch Quaffles to fly at me, but it hasn't been easy and I don't know how much use it'll be.’ Ron looked nervous and anxious. ‘Fred and George are going to laugh themselves stupid when I turn up for the tryouts. They haven't stopped taking the mickey out of me since I got made a prefect.’