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'They'd fallen off my bed, all right? Let me go!'
Christmas ... ah well ...' he shrugged '... he can't miss what he's never had! Why don't we open it now and celebrate Mr Weasley's birthday? Nothing like a fine spirit to chase away the pangs of disappointed love ...'
Ron burst through the door into Slughorn's overheated, crowded study, tripped over a tasselled footstool, regained his balance by seizing Harry around the neck and muttered, 'She didn't see that, did she?'
The Dumbledore behind the desk showed no sign of surprise. Evidently this visit had been made by appointment.
"I knew it — the maniac who likes attacking kids, the one Lupin told me about!" said Harry angrily.
-Well, all right, I'll come down with you,' sighed Ron, 'but I don't want to eat.'
"I see it still," said Voldemort. "I merely wondered why you — who are so often asked for advice by the Ministry, and who have twice, I think, been offered the post of Minister —"
He hurtled back to Ron's side, wrenched open his jaw and thrust the bezoar into his mouth. Ron gave a great shudder, a rattling gasp and his body became limp and still.
"It's Cadwallader!" said Professor McGonagall loudly from beside Luna. The crowd laughed.
Dumbledore tapped a bottle with his wand, the cork flew out, and he tipped the swirling memory into the Pensieve, saying as he did so, "After you, Harry."
"Slytherin's mark," he said quietly, as the light played upon an ornate, serpentine S.
For the first time, Voldemort smiled. It was a taut leer, an evil thing, more threatening than a look of rage.
"How d'you work that out?" asked Fred.
Chapter 20: Lord Voldemort's Request
And the next thing Harry knew, he was lying in a remarkably warm and comfortable bed and looking up at a lamp that was throwing a circle of golden light onto a shadowy ceiling. He raised his head awkwardly. There on his left was a familiar-looking, freckly, red-haired person.（央视记者 徐海霞）