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第8章 粥瓶（求月票）

...and we drift down a wooded path, the sounds of rutting passion growing fainter, mingling now with the night sounds of crickets and hoot owls...

‘I don't know ... I was asleep and then I was there ...’

`Do it, then.'

‘—Emmeline Vance'—a stately-looking witch in an emerald green shawl inclined her head—'Sturgis Podmore'—a square-jawed wizard with thick straw-coloured hair winked—'and Hestia Jones.’ A pink-cheeked, black-haired witch waved from next to the toaster.

‘If you should see him first—’ said I.

‘I am surprised,’ I began, ‘to see you so distressed and

‘But—but where? How?’ said Hermione, whose face was white.

‘I'm—sorry,’ she said thickly. ‘I suppose ... it's just ... learning all this stuff ... it just makes me ... wonder whether ... if he'd known it all ... he'd still be alive.’

J.K. Rowling