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第7章 你怎么知道的？

This is two hundred dollars.

thought, among the other odd and contradictory things I mused

This was all the information Oliver would obtain about the

to be angry; Mr. Lorry’s veins, methodical as their courses could

There was the much younger Slughorn, with his thick, shiny, straw-colored hair and his gingery-blond mustache, sitting again in the comfortable winged armchair in his office, his feet resting upon a velvet pouffe, a small glass of wine in one hand, the other rummaging in a box of crystallized pineapple. And there were the half dozen teenage boys sitting around Slughorn with Tom Riddle in the midst of them, Marvolo's gold-and-black ring gleaming on his finger.

to have left them in perfect safety, and then to have quitted Paris. I

The wandmaker took the first of the wands and held it close to his faded eyes, rolling it between his knobble-knuckled fingers, flexing it slightly.

this afternoon—as it may be.’

thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death Was woe enough, if it had ended there; Or,