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"Cissy, your own sister? You wouldn't--"
"You claim you foresaw his use of the boy!" she jeered.
"You think he is mistaken? Or that I have somehow hoodwinked him? Fooled the Dark Lord, the greatest wizard, the most accomplished Legilimens the world has ever seen?"
"No," said Aunt Petunia, speaking for the first time since Dumbledore's arrival.
"Hello, Professor," she said. " Wotcher, Harry."
He was disappointed to discover that Dumbledore was not waiting in the hall, which meant that he had to return to the living room.
"Yeah, I am," said Harry, suddenly realizing just how hungry he was,
"Funny how that sometimes happens, isn't it?" said Slughorn.
"Fortunately," said Dumbledore, "there is a simple test."
This thought seemed to cheer him up enormously.
Harry’s jaw dropped. Where a split second before there had been an armchair, there now crouched an enormously fat, bald, old man who was massaging his lower belly and squinting up at Dumbledore with an aggrieved and watery eye.
Dumbledore turned to see Slughorn standing breathless in the doorway to the sitting room.
"Does he?" said Snape, his voice delicately inflected to suggest his disbelief. "Does he still, after the fiasco at the Ministry?"
"I liked Diggory," said Krum abruptly to Harry. "He vos alvays polite to me. Alvays.
"What?" said Fred, looking flabbergasted.
But Narcissa had rushed ahead. Rubbing her hand, her pursuer followed again, keeping her distance now, as they moved deeper into the deserted labyrinth of brick houses. At last, Narcissa hurried up a street named Spinner's End, over which the towering mill chimney seemed to hover like a giant admonitory finger. Her footsteps echoed on the cobbles as she passed boarded and broken windows, until she reached the very last house, where a dim light glimmered through the curtains in a downstairs room.,
He hurried back to his desk, straightening his tie as he went. He had barely resumed his seat, and arranged his face into what he hoped was a relaxed and unfazed expression, when bright green flames burst into life in the empty grate beneath his marble mantelpiece. He watched, trying not to betray a flicker of surprise or alarm, as a portly man appeared within the flames, spinning as fast as a top. Seconds later, he had climbed out onto a rather fine antique rug, brushing ash from the sleeves of his long pin-striped cloak, a lime-green bowler hat in his hand.;
"Exactly," said Hermione. "And Viktor pulled a beetle out of my hair after we'd had our conversation by the lake. And unless I'm very much mistaken, Rita was perched on the windowsill of the Divination class the day your scar hurt. She's been buzzing around for stories all year."（央视记者 徐海霞）