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第4章 赵爷来了

“What! wouldn’t you like to be a book-writer? said the old

“That’s right,” said Xenophilius. “You haven’t heard of them? I’m not surprised. Very, very few wizards believe. Witness that knuckle-headed young man at your brother’s wedding,” he nodded at Ron, “who attacked me for sporting the symbol of a well-known Dark wizard! Such ignorance. There is nothing Dark about the Hallows – at least not in that crude sense. One simply uses the symbol to reveal oneself to other believers, in the hope that they might help one with the Quest.”

“There was a beetle on the statue the night we heard Hagrid telling Madame Maxime about his mum!”

“Underwater…” Harry said slowly. “Myrtle…what lives in the lake, apart from the giant squid?”

“The Cloak!” she whispered. “Put the Cloak on!”

“Where are you going?”

“What's got into them?” he demanded.

“Thank you, sir,” said Oliver. At the earnest manner of his

“That was not my intention.”