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"I'm so sorry, dear boy," she said dreamily, "the heat of the day, you know... I drifted off for a moment...."
Professor McGonagall stared at him.
Snap picked up the Zonko's bag.
They passed the security trolls, gave the Fat Lady the password ("Flibbertigibbet"), and scrambled through the portrait hole into the common room.
Lupin moved closer to Ron. He seemed to be holding his breath as he gazed intently at Scabbers.
"Can you hear someone talking, Harry?" growled Ron, not looking at Hermione.
"How -- could -- they?" she choked. "How could they?"
"Surely you don't need such a very old piece of parchment?" he said. "Why don't I just -- throw this away?"
"How extraordinarily like your father you are, Potter," Snape said suddenly, his eyes glinting. "He too was exceedingly arrogant. A small amount of talent on the Quidditch field made him think he was a cut above the rest of us too. Strutting around the place with his friends and admirers... The resemblance between you is uncanny."
"They didn't see what they thought they saw!" said Black savagely, still watching Scabbers struggling in Ron's hands.
The Easter holidays were not exactly relaxing. The third years had never had so much homework. Neville Longbottom seemed close to a nervous collapse, and he wasn't the only one.
"And now you've come to finish him off!"
But they all refused to say.
Harry had expected that, and was too keen for explanations to protest.
And then he saw it. The Snitch was sparkling twenty feet above him.
"Ha haaa!" yelled Lee Jordan as the Slytherin Beaters lurched away from each other, clutching their heads. "Too bad, boys! You'll need to get up earlier than that to beat a Firebold And it's Gryffindor in possession again, as Johnson takes the Quaffle -- Flint alongside her -- poke him in the eye, Angelina! -- it was a joke, Professor, it was a joke -- oh no -- Flint in possession, Flint flying toward the Gryffindor goal posts, come on now, Wood, save --!"
The school owls swooped into the Great Hall carrying the mail as usual, and Neville choked as a huge barn owl landed in front of him, a scarlet envelope clutched in its beak. Harry and Ron, who were sitting opposite him, recognized the letter as a Howler at once -- Ron had got one from his mother the year before.。