时间：2020 01-17 作者：deoyvak 浏览量：98390
'Yes,' said Harry. 'Defence Against the Dark Arts, I suppose?'
'Yes?' Professor McGonagall prompted Harry.
He was finding the scratching noise from behind him very distracting.
'Who is it, then?' asked Ginny, watching him closely.
'I've told you,' Harry muttered. 'Snape reckons I can carry on by myself now I've got the basics.'
'I hope you've thought better of what you were planning to do, Harry,' Hermione whispered, the moment they had opened their books to 'Chapter Thirty-four, Non-Retaliation and Negotiation'. 'Umbridge looks like she's in a really bad mood already . . .'
'Amusing man, your father, wasn't he?' said Snape, shaking Harry so hard his glasses slipped down his nose.
Ron had been startled to discover there were only six weeks left until their exams.
He could just imagine Professor McGonagall's reaction if he was caught trespassing in Professor Umbridge's office mere hours after she had vouched for him . . . there was nothing to stop him simply going back to Gryffindor Tower and hoping that some time during the next summer holidays he would have a chance to ask Sirius about the scene he had witnessed in the Pensieve . . . nothing, except that the thought of taking this sensible course of action made him feel as though a lead weight had dropped into his stomach . . . and then there was the matter of Fred and George, whose diversion was already planned, not to mention the knife Sirius had given him, which was currently residing in his schoolbag along with his father's old Invisibility Cloak.
'Pretty much,' said Harry, not looking at her.
'Harry, don't do it, please don't do it!' Hermione said in anguished tones as the bell rang at the end of the class.
With another shock of excitement, Harry saw Sirius give James the thumbs-up. Sirius was lounging in his chair at his ease, tilting it back on two legs. He was very good-looking; his dark hair fell into his eyes with a sort of casual elegance neither James's nor Harry's could ever have achieved, and a girl sitting behind him was eyeing him hopefully, though he didn't seem to have noticed. And two seats along from this girl - Harry's stomach gave another pleasurable squirm - was Remus Lupin. He looked rather pale and peaky (was the full moon approaching?) and was absorbed in the exam: as he reread his answers, he scratched his chin with the end of his quill, frowning slightly.