时间：2020 01-20 作者：fdcczua 浏览量：43378
'You've got to tell someone,' said Ron.
WEASLEY IS OUR KING . . .'
Smith did not move. Nor did anybody else.
The elf looked round, beaming.
'Not really bad,' said Harry, yawning and rubbing his eyes. 'I've had worse.'
'Just in passing,' said Harry, shrugging.
He stretched out his hand . . . his fingertips were inches from it . . .
'Whozair?' said Harry, sitting upright in his chair. The fire was almost out, the room very dark.
'Well, if you're counting the one where you tripped over your own feet and knocked the wand out of my hand - '
And without further ado she slid Jinxes for the Jinxed from its shelf, sank on to the nearest cushion and began to read.
'Good one!' said Harry encouragingly, deciding not to point out that in a real duel Neville's opponent was unlikely to be staring in the opposite direction with his wand held loosely at his side. 'Listen, Neville, can you take it in turns to practise with Ron and Hermione for a couple of minutes so I can walk around and see how the rest are doing?'
He looked down at his watch and was shocked to see it was already ten past nine, which meant they needed to get back to their common rooms immediately or risk being caught and punished by Filch for being out of bounds. He blew his whistle; everybody stopped shouting 'Expelliarmus' and the last couple of wands clattered to the floor.
'Dobby volunteered to return Harry Potter's owl,' said the elf squeakily, with a look of positive adoration on his face, 'Professor Grubbly-Plank says she is all well now, sir.' He sank into a deep bow so that his pencil-like nose brushed the threadbare surface of the hearthrug and Hedwig gave an indignant hoot and fluttered on to the arm of Harry's chair.;