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第9章 九爪天阳

“Okay,” said Harry slowly. “But…are you saying Karkaroff put my name in the goblet? Because if he did, he's a really good actor. He seemed furious about it. He wanted to stop me from competing.”

“No,” said Myrtle defiantly, her voice echoing loudly around the old tiled bathroom. “I mean he's sensitive, people bully him too, and he feels lonely and hasn't got anybody to talk to, and he's not afraid to show his feelings and cry!”

“No, I can't,” she said flatly. “So don't even ask.”

“Now, my three friends could hardly fail to notice that I disappeared once a month. I made up all sorts of stories. I told them my mother was ill, and that I had to go home to see her…I was terrified they would desert me the moment they found out what I was. But of course, they, like you, Hermione, worked out the truth….”

“My parents are dead!” Harry bellowed.

“She was here in my time,” said Mrs. Weasley. “She gave me such a telling off one night when I got back to the dormitory at four in the morning -”

“Only hear him!” exclaimed the Jew, shrugging his shoulders.

“Leavin', isn’ he?” said Hagrid, looking surprised that Harry had to ask. “Resigned firs’ thing this mornin'. Says he can't risk it happenin again.”

“Sir, is it true that Professor Merrythought is retiring?” he asked.