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第4章 大帝齐聚

“What?” said Harry.

“That's sick,” Ron muttered, watching the smallest Muggle child, who had begun to spin like a top, sixty feet above the ground, his head flopping limply from side to side. “That is really sick.…”

“We find it was a town hand,” said Blathers, continuing his

“Well, as long as it doesn’t get them into trouble, though they might’ve been arrested already. God, that’s revolting,” Ron added after one sip of the foamy, grayish coffee. The waitress had heard; she shot Ron a nasty look as she shuffled off to take the new customers’ orders. The larger of the two workmen, who was blond and quite huge, now that Harry came to look at him, waved her away. She stared, affronted.

“Why does that stop you having breakfast?” Harry asked, trying to inject a note of common sense into the proceedings.

“Talking about breathing in front of me!” she said shrilly, and her voice echoed loudly around the bathroom. “When I can't…when I haven't…not for ages…”

“That’s her,” he said, pointing at Luna, who was still dancing alone, waving her arms around her head like someone attempting to beat off midges.

“That, I must plainly tell you, is out of my power to do; being

“Why don't people drink it all the time, sir?” said Terry Boot eagerly.