哈利刚才不知道他们身在何处，此刻在一根孤零零的蜡烛摇曳的微光下，他看见了猪头酒吧那破烂肮脏、散着锯末的吧台。

Harry had had no idea where they were, but now he saw, by the stuttering light of a single candle, the grubby, sawdust-strewn bar of the Hog's Head Inn.

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哈利心中猛然一震，脚像被钉在了那儿，他发现马尔福在哭——真的在哭，眼泪从他苍白的脸上流到肮脏的池子里。

And Harry realized, with a shock so huge it seemed to root him to the spot, that Malfoy was crying - actually crying - tears streaming down his pale face into the grimy basin.

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对于像哈利这样的孩子来说，气味甚至与肮脏都不是评判的依据。

For a child like Harry smell, or even dirt, is no basis for judgement.

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对于像哈利这样的孩子来说，气味甚至与肮脏都不是评判的依据。

For a child like Harry smell, or even dirt, is no basis for judgement.

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