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第5章 两界秘辛！

Harry peered over the heads in front of him. The portrait seemed to be closed.

Harry interrupted her before she had even started.

He bustled out of the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley looked most upset.

hard.

He kept listening, just in case there was some small clue, not recognised for what it really was by the Muggles—an unexplained disappearance, perhaps, or some strange accident ... but the baggage-handlers’ strike was followed by news about the drought in the Southeast ('I hope he's listening next door!’ bellowed Uncle Vernon. ‘Him with his sprinklers on at three in the morning!'), then a helicopter that had almost crashed in a field in Surrey, then a famous actress's divorce from her famous husband ('As if we're interested in their sordid affairs,’ sniffed Aunt Petunia, who had followed the case obsessively in every magazine she could lay her bony hands on).

Hagrid pointed down into the crates.

Harry heard, but didn't believe.

He gazed for a moment into the cracked Foe-Glass; shadowy figures were moving around inside it, though none was recognisable. He turned his back on it.

He flung himself over to the edge of the rock and plunged the goblet into the lake, bringing it up full to the brim of icy water that did not vanish. “Sir—here!” Harry yelled, and lunging forward, he tipped the water clumsily over Dumbledore's face.