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第8章 要死了么？

At last the woods rose; the rookery clustered dark; a loud

Andy nods, embarrassed. He gets up and hurries out. Red grins,

attention to me by saying, ‘Clara, my dear, there’s nothing like

As he followed Bill back to the others a wry thought came to him, born no doubt of the wine he had drunk. He seemed set on ––– to become just as reckless a godfather to Teddy Lupin as Sirius Black had been to him.

anything in my line tonight?”

audience that his state was feverish; this one man sat leaning

began; and how much of it had writhed and cried before the day’s

and was looking at a humble tuft of daisies which grew by the

answer.’