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第3章 战神工作室

“She’ll be perfectly safe there, they’ll look after her,” said Lupin. He spoke with a finality bordering on indifference: “Harry, I’m sure James would have wanted me to stick with you.”

“Snape’s work,” said Lupin.

“No ...” he groaned, as Harry lowered the goblet back into the basin and refilled it for him. “I don't want to. ... I don't want to... let me go...”

“She was my daughter,” said the old woman, nodding her head

“Look, Albus,” said Fudge, uncomfortably. “Hagrid's record's against him. Ministry's got to do something - the school governors have been in touch—”

“Must we part in this way, St. John? And when you go to India,

“Just come out — prototype —” a square-jawed wizard was telling his companion.

“Sir,” said Harry desperately, “I just thought there might be a bit more to the memory—”

“Not so fast, Your Holeyness,” said Fred, and darting past the gaggle of middle-aged witches heading for the procession, he said, “Here – permetiez moi to assister vous,” to a pair of pretty French girls, who giggled and allowed him to escort them inside. George was left to deal with the middle-aged witches and Ron took charge of Mr. Weasley’s old Ministry-colleague Perkins, while a rather deaf old couple fell to Harry’s lot.