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第9章 意外之财

“Mount your brooms … on my whistle … three — two — one —”

“Oh, no one will be able to do that,” said Dumbledore, smiling at Harry. “Not now that Riddle has vanished from the book. On the other hand, I would advise you, Lucius, not to go giving out any more of Lord Voldemort's old school things. If any more of them find their way into innocent hands, I think Arthur Weasley, for one, will make sure they are traced back to you…”

“No more has Professor Snape,” he said.

“No idea, ask Fred and George,” said Harry.

“Nothing at all, sir.”

“Over here, Arthur! Over here, son, we've got it.”

“My dear Sybill,” said Dumbledore in a slightly exasperated voice, “there is no question of throwing you unceremoniously from anywhere, but Harry does have an appointment, and I really don't think there is any more to be said —”

“Reducio,” Moody muttered, and the spider shrank back to its proper size. He put it back into the jar.

“Of course - everyone knows -” muttered Mr. Diggory, looking highly discomforted.