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第9章 八阶草木神灵

“Sweet of you,” she replied, and she smiled as she left the scullery.

“When you cleaned out this house of anything valuable,” Harry began, but Mundungus interrupted him again.

“Why?” inquired the Jew, with a forced smile.

“So,” said Wood, at long last, jerking Harry from a wistful fantasy about what he could be eating for breakfast at this very moment up at the castle. “Is that clear? Any questions?”

“That's great!” he gasped.

“They couldn't have made it look like an accident if they'd murdered you in the forest!” said Hermione. “But if you die during a task-”

“So!” said Dumbledore, smiling around at them all. “Now that we are all fed and watered,” ("Hmph!” said Hermione) “I must once more ask for your attention, while I give out a few notices.

“What do you mean?”

“They think, up at the school, that Hagrid's been setting a - a - something on students. They've taken him to Azkaban.”