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第3章 李白的法子

“We’ll have time later,” shrugged Ron, snatching three butterbeers from a passing tray and handing one to Harry. “Hermione, cop hold, let’s grab a table…. Not there! Nowhere near Muriel – ”

“The Cloak!” she whispered. “Put the Cloak on!”

“What did Jem Spyers say?” inquired the doctor, who had

“That,” rejoined the Dodger, with a wave of his pipe—“that was

“That was an excellent breakfast, wasn't it?” said Harry. “I feel really full, don't you?”

“What's she done now?” asked Hermione sympathetically.

“They planted the Whomping Willow the same year that I arrived at Hogwarts. People used to play a game, trying to get near enough to touch the trunk. In the end, a boy called Davey Gudgeon nearly lost an eye, and we were forbidden to go near it. No broomstick would have a chance.”

“St. John!” I exclaimed, when I had got so far in my meditation.

“Strange?” echoed the doctor. “Blathers and Duff, themselves,