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第3章 变天

“He did a deal with the Ministry of Magic,” said Sirius bitterly. “He said he'd seen the error of his ways, and then he named names…he put a load of other people into Azkaban in his place.…He's not very popular in there, I can tell you. And since he got out, from what I can tell, he's been teaching the Dark Arts to every student who passes through that school of his. So watch out for the Durmstrang champion as well.”

“I don’t like your methods, Minister,” said Harry. “Remember?”

“I lived long ago with mama; but she is gone to the Holy Virgin.

“In!” he said, opening a door halfway down the cold passageway and pointing.

“I've already heard all abou’ it,” said Hagrid, opening the front doors and leading them outside.

“I mean but this—that when I left you last, I left you, with a

“I — gave — Harry — that — stuff,” he choked. “Bought — it…in Zonko's… ages — ago…”

“I don’t see that you have to go either!” she snapped, dropping all pretense now. “You’re barely of age, any of you! It’s utter nonsense, if Dumbledore needed work doing, he had the whole Order at his command! Harry, you must have misunderstood him. Probably he was telling you something he wanted done, and you took it to mean that he wanted you–”

“Harry, please. You're talking to the man who raised Fred and George.”