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第8章 龙蛇融合

“No, I wouldn't,” said Harry.

“Mad-Eye,” they all said, and drank.

“Mend it. Please.”

“Mr. Gaunt,” said Ogden doggedly, “I am afraid that neither your ancestors nor mine have anything to do with the matter in hand. I am here because of Morfin, Morfin and the Muggle he accosted late last night. Our information"—he glanced down at his scroll of parchment—"is that Morfin performed a jinx or hex on the said Muggle, causing him to erupt in highly painful hives.”

“No, St. John, we are not friends as we were. You know that.”

“Nearly time,” said Harry blithely.

“Level eight,” said the witch’s cool voice, “Atrium.”

“Of course, you've looked death in the face before, haven't you?” said Rita Skeeter, watching him closely. “How would you say that's affected you?”

“Nah, that story’s just one of those things you tell kids to teach them lessons, isn’t it? ‘Don’t go looking for trouble, don’t go pick fights, don’t go messing around with stuff that’s best left alone! Just keep your head down, mind your own business, and you’ll be okay. Come to think of it,” Ron added, “maybe that story’s why elder wands are supposed to be unlucky.”