夸克“走吧，去看看这个血杀组织到底有多牛逼，敢对我出手。”陆辰眼眸闪过一道凌厉的寒芒，直接走了出去，隐杀跟随在后面。

黎七羽换了药水，手指情不自禁抚摸他的鼻梁、轮廓，他干裂薄情的唇瓣。

夸克 

“秦渊，委屈你了。”陈克松也知道这样对秦渊不公平，可是对方既然指名道姓想要秦渊过去，那只能牺牲秦渊了。
Once Harry had refilled his money bag with gold Galleons, silver Sickles, and bronze Knuts from his vault at Gringotts, he had to exercise a lot of self-control not to spend the whole lot at once. He had to keep reminding himself that he had five years to go at Hogwarts, and how it would feel to ask the Dursleys for money for spellbooks, to stop himself from buying a handsome set of solid gold Gobstones (a wizarding game rather like marbles, in which the stones squirt a nasty-smelling liquid into the other player's face when they lose a point). He was sorely tempted, too, by the perfect, moving model of the galaxy in a large glass ball, which would have meant he never had to take another Astronomy lesson. But the thing that tested Harry's resolution most appeared in his favorite shop, Quality Quidditch Supplies, a week after he'd arrived at the Leaky Cauldron.