时间：02-20 来源：转载自澎湃新闻 浏览量：8195
Ron was furious with Hermione too. As far as he was concerned, the stripping-down of a brand- new Firebolt was nothing less than criminal damage. Hermione, who remained convinced that she had acted for the best, started avoiding the common room. Harry and Ron supposed she had taken refuge in the library and didn't try to persuade her to come back. All in all, they were glad when the rest of the school returned shortly after New Year, and Gryffindor Tower became crowded and noisy again. Wood sought Harry out on the night before term started.
"Good. There's no point moving them all now. I've found a temporary guardian for the Gryffindor portrait hole. You'll be able to move them back in tomorrow."
"Yes," said Harry defiantly. "For... for some things..."
He pulled off the lid of the case for the third time, and the dementor rose out of it; the room fell cold and dark
But Harry still, pretending to be asleep. He heard Ron leave again, and rolled over on his back, his eyes wide open.
The Sneakoscope whirled and whistled in his palm. Crookshanks was hissing and spitting at it.
"We could go up to the Shrieking Shack
Professors McGonagall and Flitwick had just entered the pub with a flurry of snowflakes, shortly followed by Hagrid, who was deep in conversation with a portly man in a lime-green bowler hat and a pinstriped cloak -- Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic.
"Did you tell the whole pub, Hagrid?" said Professor McGonagall exasperatedly.
"Many, Severus, each of them as unlikely as the next."
Harry cast his mind about for a happy memory. Certainly, nothing that had happened to him at the Dursleys' was going to do. Finally, he settled on the moment when he had first ridden a broomstick.
"Harry!" came Wood's anguished yell from the Gryffindor goal posts. "Harry, behind you!"
"I see," said Lupin thoughtfully. "Well, well... I'm impressed." fie smiled slightly at the look of surprise on Harry's face. "That suggests that what you fear most of all is -- fear. Very wise, Harry."
"As I was saying before Potter interrupted, Professor Lupin has not left any record of the topics you have covered so far --"
"What are you doing?" Filch snarled suspiciously.
It was a Firebolt, identical to the dream broom Harry had gone to see every day in Diagon Alley. Its handle glittered as he picked it up. He could feel it vibrating and let go; it hung in midair, unsupported, at exactly the right height for him to mount it. His eyes moved from the golden registration number at the top of the handle, right down to the perfectly smooth, streamlined birch twigs that made up the tail.。
The Christmas tree beside their table rose a few inches off the ground, drifted sideways, and landed with a soft thump right in front of their table, hiding them from view. Staring through the dense lower branches, Harry saw four sets of chair legs move back from the table right beside theirs, then heard the grunts and sighs If the teachers and minister as they sat down.。