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第8章 临门一脚

“I certainly did,” said Snape, his face contorted with fury as he strode back to his desk. “I have just asked Potter to empty his pockets. He was carrying this.”

“It is a summons to the Ministry for a hearing —”

“He's not an idiot. You just don't like him because he beat Gryffindor at Quidditch,” said Hermione. “I've heard he's a really good student - and he's a prefect.”

“He fancies her!” said Ron incredulously. “Well, if they end up having children, they'll be setting a world record - bet any baby of theirs would weigh about a ton.”

“How are you?” Harry asked Hermione. “You were amazing – coming up with that story when she was hurting you like that – ”

“I see…” said Mr. Malfoy slowly to Dumbledore.

“I don't think we've got him all the time,” said Hermione very quietly, glancing toward the staff table over the top of the Prophet. “Haven't you noticed? His seat's been empty as often as Hagrid's this past week.”

“I can show you, if you like, “came Riddle's reply. “You don't have to take my word for it. I can take you inside my memory of the night when I caught him.”

“Harry, I found something out this morning, in the library ...”