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第3章 神秘来者

‘Oh, if that’s all, Master Copperfield,’ said Uriah, ‘and it really

‘That'll just depress them.’

‘Well,’ he said in a measured voice, ‘I suppose ... because of you.’

‘Well?’ said my aunt, taking the cotton out of the ear nearest to

‘What have I done?’ said Steerforth.

‘You said it was Rudderford,’ observed Ham, laughing.

‘Yeah,’ said Angelina, beaming. ‘I went to McGonagall and I think she might have appealed to Dumbledore. Anyway, Umbridge had to give in. Ha! So I want you down at the pitch at seven o'clock tonight, all right, because we've got to make up time. You realise we're only three weeks away from our first match?’

‘It's the Potter boy's head in the fire,’ Kreacher informed the empty kitchen, stealing furtive, oddly triumphant glances at Harry. ‘What has he come for, Kreacher wonders?’

‘Stop—stop— STOP!’ screamed Angelina. ‘Ron—you're not covering your middle post!’