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第9章 不团结

“She's going with someone else.”

“No, no, not at all, Travers,” said Hermione quickly, trying to cover up her mistake. “How are you?”

“No, Harry Potter,” said Griphook, and with one finger he twisted the thin black beard upon his chin, “but you are a very odd wizard.”

“Not Harry! Please…have mercy…have mercy…”

“Oh, they were punished, and cruelly,” said Griphook indifferently.

“Not the point, is it? Everyone would know I could Apparate if I wanted.”

“Mum, you've given me Ginny's new dress,” said Ron, handing it out to her.

“Maybe he'd better go to Madam Pomfrey,” said Harry. “If he's seeing things like —”

“Quick, quick, he's here, Hokey!” cried Hepzibah and the elf scurried out of the room, which was so crammed with objects that it was difficult to see how anybody could navigate their way across it without knocking over at least a dozen things: there were cabinets full of little lacquered boxes, cases full of gold-embossed books, shelves of orbs and celestial globes, and many flourishing potted plants in brass containers. In fact, the room looked like a cross between a magical antique shop and a conservatory.