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第9章 皇族心血，至尊魔神！

“Harry!” Neville looked suddenly scared. “Harry, you’re not thinking of handing yourself over?”

“It sort of floated toward me,” said Ron, illustrating the movement with his free index finger, “right to my chest, and then – it just went straight through. It was here,” he touched a point close to his heard, “I could feel it, it was hot. And once it was inside me, I knew what I was supposed to do. I knew it would take me where I needed to go. So I Disapparated and came out on the side of a hill. There was snow everywhere….”

“I feel great at the moment, though,” said Harry, looking down at his clean, unblemished hands. “Where are we, exactly?”

“Indeed!”

“HARRY!” she screamed.

“I’ll swear I saw it!” replied Monks, trembling. “It was bending

“I've told you, he wasn't making much sense,” said Harry. “He said he wanted to warn Dumbledore about something. He definitely mentioned Bertha Jorkins, and he seemed to think she was dead. He kept saying stuff was his fault.…He mentioned his son.”

“It’s all arranged, about bringing off the swag, is it?” asked the

“I’m sorry!”