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第4章 荒域十凶

“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.

“So afflicted to find that his friend has drawn a prize in the lottery

“She’ll happen do better for him nor ony o’t’ grand ladies.” And

“Off you go then, Fred,” said Mr. Weasley.

“Oh, no,” said Ron. “Oh, no, oh, no, oh—”

“My poor boy, this is disappointment enough for one day,” said

“No, no—let us be gone,” was the anxious reply; and without

“Paying?” said Harry blankly. “Well - why shouldn't he be paid?”

“No idea, but it's great for us,” said Ginny brightly. “They're playing Harper instead; he's in my year and he's an idiot.”