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第7章 黑玄果

“Ask away, then, my dear boy, ask away ...”

“Bless him,“ said Ron fondly, ”and when you think I used to fantasize about cutting off his head and sticking it on the wall.“

“Don't lie to me,” Myrtle gasped, tears now flooding down her face, while Peeves chuckled happily over her shoulder. “D'you think I don't know what people call me behind my back? Fat Myrtle! Ugly Myrtle! Miserable, moaning, moping Myrtle!”

“Business is very bad; the people are so poor.”

“And if I have?” he said, looking at Dumbledore. “If I have discovered that you've been keeping certain facts about the boy very quiet? A Parselmouth, eh? And having funny turns all over the place -”

“Except for your eyes. You've got—”

“But...”

“Don’t these people realize what you’ve been through? What danger you are in? The unique position you hold in the hearts of the anti Voldemort movement?”

“And now,” he said, “it is time for two of our number to recognize each other for what they are. Sirius…if you could resume your usual form.”