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It was nearly three in the morning, but he felt wide-awake - wide-awake, and worried.
"OH NO YOU DON'T, LADDIE!"
"You're JOKING!" said Fred Weasley loudly.
Harry didn't like to tell Mrs. Weasley that Muggle taxi drivers rarely transported overexcited owls, and Pigwidgeon was making an earsplitting racket. Nor did it help that a number of Filibuster's Fabulous No-Heat, Wet-Start Fireworks went off unexpectedly when Fred's trunk sprang open, causing the driver carrying it to yell with fright and pain as Crookshanks clawed his way up the man's leg.
"Barty Crouch's house-elf. . . I mean to say..."
"There's something I haven't told you," Harry said. "On Saturday morning, I woke up with my scar hurting again."
"Not exactly on top of things, Mr. Bagman, is he?" said Hermione, frowning.
Professor Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was smiling around at the students, his arms opened wide in welcome.
A scarlet-clad figure on a broomstick, moving so fast it was blurred, shot out onto the field from an entrance far below, to wild applause from the Bulgarian supporters.
"Mrs. Weasley," said Harry suddenly, unable to contain himself, "Hedwig hasn't arrived with a letter for me, has she?"
"That doesn't mean she hasn't got feelings, Ron. It's disgusting the way -"
"I just can't justify taking more time off at the moment," he told them. "Mr. Crouch is really starting to rely on me."
"He knew they were never going to catch up!" Harry shouted back over all the noise, also applauding loudly. "The Irish Chasers were too good. . . . He wanted to end it on his terms, that's all. . .
"Did someone say Mad-Eye?" Bill asked. "What's he been up to now."
Crouch gave no sign that he had heard Mr. Diggory, but Mr. Diggory seemed to take his silence for assent. He raised his own wand, pointed it at Winky, and said, "Ennervate!"