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第8章 弱水湖畔

“Oh, it could still be here, but under counter-enchantments,” said Hermione. “Charms to prevent it from being summoned magically, you know.”

“No second year could have done this,” said Dumbledore firmly. “it would take Dark Magic of the most advanced—”

“So that's it,” said Hermione quietly. “We're all down there… and now we've just got to wait until we come back up again….”

“Now, don't panic,” she said, “just keep a cool head.…We've got wizards standing by to control the situation if it gets out of hand.…The main thing is just to do your best, and nobody will think any the worse of you.…Are you all right?”

“Shame,” yawned Ron.

“Mostly you just turn a fairly unpleasant orange color, but a couple of people have also sprouted tentacle like warts all over their bodies. As if St. Mungo's didn't have enough to do already!”

“Kill.”

“Never mind how I know it,” said Harry, closing his eyes momentarily as his scar burned and he saw, for mere seconds, a vision of the main street in Hogsmeade, still dark, because it was so much farther north. “You told You-Know-Who that Gregorovitch had the wand?”

“So much the better. His name?”