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第3章 我妈叫马莎，就这么简单？

“It doesn't look like it,” said Hermione, who was still reading. “It says here he was arrested after he was overheard talking about the Death Eaters’ secret plans in a pub.” She looked up with a troubled expression on her face. “If he was under the Imperius Curse, he'd hardly stand around gossiping about their plans, would he?”

“Hermione, let me read your composition,” said Ron desperately, checking his watch.

“He was pleased,” said Fred. “Didn't you hear him as we were leaving? He was asking that bloke from the Daily Prophet if he'd be able to work the fight into his report - said it was all publicity—”

“I dunno,” chuckled Hagrid. “Fred and George Weasley could give ‘em a run fer their money.”

“It’s not stealing, is it?” asked Hermione in a troubled voice, as they devoured scrambled eggs on toast. “Not if I left some money under the chicken coo?”

“I'll do it,” said Lupin.

“It’s all over, Mrs. Thingummy!” said the surgeon at last.

“Is there,” demanded Monks, with a faltering tongue—“is

“Is he... do you think he's good?” asked Harry.