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第7章 我们还是逃命吧

Ben. Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning; One pain is

betokened inward pleasantry, as he advanced to Mr. Bumble, and

ANDY

aperture. Céline’s chamber-maid entered, lit a lamp, left it on the

Andy came to Shawshank Prison in early 1947 for murdering his wife

Before he had started studying Occlumency, his scar had prickled occasionally, usually during the night, or else following one of those strange flashes of Voldemort's thoughts or mood that he experienced every now and then. Nowadays, however, his scar hardly ever stopped prickling, and he often felt lurches of annoyance or cheerfulness that were unrelated to what was happening to him at the time, which were always accompanied by a particularly painful twinge from his scar. He had the horrible impression that he was slowly turning into a kind of aerial that was tuned in to tiny fluctuations in Voldemort's mood, and he was sure he could date this increased sensitivity firmly from his first Occlumency lesson with Snape. What was more, he was now dreaming about walking down the corridor towards the entrance to the Department of Mysteries almost every night, dreams which always culminated in him standing longingly in front of the plain black door.

away into golden air.

answered dryly, she believed I was not going back at all. I was told

And wouldn’t those secluded Albanian woods have seemed an excellent refuge when, so much later, Voldemort and needed a place to lie low, undisturbed, for ten long years?