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"I jus' knew . . . knew you were like me. . . . Was it yer mother or yer father?"
She buried her face in her handkerchief and sniffed loudly. Harry remembered how touchy
"See you later, Dobby!" Harry shouted, and he sprinted along the corridor and down the stairs, three at a time.
"Hi," said Harry. Ron didn't say anything.
"I can't," Harry panted, snatching at the Firebolt, and struggling not to sink. "Give it to me!"
Meanwhile Fleur Delacour was criticizing the Hogwarts decorations to Roger Davies.
"Oh I - I reckon I've got a pretty good idea what it's about now," Harry lied.
Snape stopped talking very abruptly. He and Filch both looked down at the foot of the stairs. Harry saw Mad-Eye Moody limp into sight through the narrow gap between their heads. Moody was wearing his old traveling cloak over his nightshirt and leaning on his staff as usual.
. Sick with apprehension, he watched Filch drawing nearer and nearer in his old flannel dressing gown - he tried desperately to pull his trapped leg free, but it merely sank a few more inches - any second now, Filch was going to spot the map or walk right into him -"
Shame he couldn't come."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at one another nervously; Harry would rather have taken fifty Blast-Ended Skrewts for a walk than admit to Hagrid that he had overheard him
"It's a lot colder where he comes from," said Hermione. "I suppose it feels quite warm to him."
"- Peeves threw it. Professor -"
He was chewing the gillyweed as hard and fast as he could; it felt unpleasantly slimy and rubbery, like octopus tentacles. Waist-deep in the freezing water he stopped, swallowed, and waited for something to happen.
Only bubbles flew out of his mouth, but he had the distinct impression that the mermen had understood him, because they suddenly stopped laughing. Their yellowish eyes were fixed upon Harry's wand, and they looked scared. There might be a lot more of them than there were of him, but Harry could tell, by the looks on their faces, that they knew no more magic than the giant squid did.
Dumbledore was crouching at the water's edge, deep in conversation with what seemed to be the chief merperson, a particularly wild and ferocious-looking female. He was making the same sort of screechy noises that the merpeople made when they were above water; clearly, Dumbledore could speak Mermish. Finally he straightened up, turned to his fellow judges, and said, "A conference before we give the marks, I think.";
Wand tip alight, he crept along the bookshelves, pulling down more books - books of hexes and charms, books on merpeople and water monsters, books on famous witches and wizards, on magical inventions, on anything at all that might include one passing reference to underwater survival. He carried them over to a table, then set to work, searching them by the narrow beam of his wand, occasionally checking his watch. . . .（央视记者 徐海霞）