装车手中提着一把蓝色的长刀，长刀之上，有着刀茫闪烁而出。

They could hear hundreds of footsteps mounting the banked benches of the spectators’ stands. Some people were singing, though Harry could not make out the words. He was starting to feel nervous, but he knew his butterflies were as nothing compared to Ron's, who was clutching his stomach and staring straight ahead again, his jaw set and his complexion pale grey.

装车 

不管是厉害的帝王级高手，还是刚刚踏入元灵之门的将级之人，都赶来凑热闹。
可是没想到，昨天晚上在娃娃店里，又闹出这样一场……