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第7章 龙魂现身

“He was the on'y man for the job,” said Hagrid, offering them a plate of treacle fudge, while Ron coughed squelchily into his basin. “An'I mean the on'y one. Gettin'very difficult ter find anyone fer the Dark Arts job. People aren't too keen ter take it on, see. They're startin'ter think it's jinxed. No one's lasted long fer a while now. So tell me,” said Hagrid, jerking his head at Ron. “Who was he tryin'ter curse?”

“It will be put to the vote,” said Mr. Crouch coldly. He turned to the right-hand side of the dungeon. “The jury will please raise their hands…those in favor of imprisonment…”

“How very rude of him.”

“How was this?—Was it you?”

“It's classified information, until such time as the Ministry decides to release it,” said Percy stiffly. “Mr. Crouch was quite right not to disclose it.”

“He might have been put under the Imperius Curse,” said Ron reasonably. “You never can tell.”

“I won't,” said Ron, “let you see,” he added under his breath, as he turned back to the sprout mountain.

“I warn’t doing no harm,” Young Jerry protested, rubbing his

“I'm a ruddy teacher, aren’ I, yeh sneakin’ Squib!” said Hagrid, firing up at once.