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第7章 惜别之情，竞争激烈

‘See what, my dear Jane?’ said my mother; ‘where?’

‘What is this?’ Uncle Vernon said hoarsely. ‘What—I don't—Petunia?’

‘Mr. Murdstone,’ she said, shaking her finger at him, ‘you were

‘Let's go,’ he whispered, and he led the way down the corridor, Luna right behind him, gazing around with her mouth slightly open.

‘Sorry?’ said George. ‘Didn't catch that last bit.’

‘Yeah?’ said Ron, whose face was growing rather red. ‘How come?’

‘Oh dear, no! Pray don’t say that, Clara,’ interposed Miss

‘Now, you hear what this gentleman says, Mr. Mell. Have the

‘Very little, sir, I am afraid;’ I answered, speaking to him as