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第3章 暂时停业

“My eyes, how green!” exclaimed the young gentleman. “Why,

“Oh c'mon, ‘Er-my-knee,” said Ron, accidentally spraying Harry with bits of Yorkshire pudding. “Oops - sorry, ‘Arry -” He swallowed. “You won't get them sick leave by starving yourself!”

“Nice commentary last match!” said Ron to Luna as she took back the green onion, the toadstool, and the cat litter. Luna smiled vaguely.

“Oh he dreamed of it,” said Harry, “but he knew more than you, knew enough not to do what you’ve done.”

“Never will, says the vision? But I always woke and found it an

“Oh, well, in that case,” said Professor Trelawney with a smile. She bent down, scooped up her sherry bottles and dumped them unceremoniously in a large blue and white vase standing in a nearby niche.

“My dear boy, let us have no more pretence about that. If you were going to kill me, you would have done it when you first Disarmed me, you would not have stopped for this pleasant chat about ways and means.”

“Oh—er—no, I haven't got quite that much,” said Hermione, walking on. “And... what about this lovely—um—skull?”

“Maybe you can’t rebuild it?” Harry replied. “Maybe it’s like the injuries from Dark Magic and you can’t repair the damage?”