时间：02-21 来源：转载自澎湃新闻 浏览量：8455
"Yeah. . . think I will too," said Ron at once. "Hermione?"
"Where have you been, Barty?" said Bagman. "Why weren't you at the match? Your elf was saving you a seat too - gulping gargoyles!" Bagman had just noticed Winky lying at his feet. "What happened to her?"
"Oh c'mon, 'Er-my-knee," said Ron, accidentally spraying Harry with bits of Yorkshire pudding. "Oops -- sorry, 'Arry --" He swallowed. "You won't get them sick leave by starving yourself!"
"Where?" spluttered Mrs. Weasley, choking on her tea and whiskey. "If I'd seen that, I'd have known you were alive!"
Now each of these four founders Formed their own house, for each Did value different virtues In the ones they had to teach.
"It was only a dream," said Ron bracingly. "Just a nightmare."
But Mr. Crouch did not seem prepared to take his word for it. They could hear him moving around and the rustling of leaves as he pushed the bushes aside, searching.
A mediwizard came tearing across the field, his fingers stuffed into his own ears, and kicked Mostafa hard in the shins. Mostafa seemed to come to himself; Harry, watching through the Omnioculars again, saw that he looked exceptionally embarrassed and had started shouting at the veela, who had stopped dancing and were looking mutinous.
The pistons hissed loudly and the train began to move.
Everyone in the entrance hall was listening now. Malfoy straightened the paper with a flourish and read on:
"He might've mentioned it, yeah," said Moody, scratching his chin unconcernedly, "but I thought a good sharp shock -"
"Good day," said the misty voice of Professor Trelawney right behind Harry, making him jump.
"Coming, Arthur!" called Mrs. Weasley, hurrying out of the room.
"What?" said Ron shortly.