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第3章 她是什么人养的

The bang was like a cannon blast, and the golden flames that erupted between them, at the dead center of the circle they had been treading, marked the point where the spells collided. Harry saw Voldemort’s green jet meet his own spell, saw the Elder Wand fly high, dark against the sunrise, spinning across the enchanted ceiling like the head of Nagini, spinning through the air toward the master it would not kill, who had come to take full possession of it at last. And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward. Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hand, staring down at his enemy’s shell.

The Jew started. Oliver started too, though from a very

Surrogate knows me, when I go down to be sworn; and disposes of

the lawn. I let down the curtain and went back to the fireside.

temper, and incessantly holding her head on one side, to express a

The man struggled violently to release his arms; but those of

the gate, and at the same moment, the sound of wheels.

suppose they are mine. I think they are the colour of mine. But

that Mr. Giles had captured a robber; and the tinker busied