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"Oh n - Professor, can't I go and do the trophy room, too?" said Harry desperately.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts," said Hermione at once.
Wood took a moment to regain control of himself. Their last defeat was clearly still torturing him.
"You have told me this at least a dozen times already," said Mr. Malfoy, with a quelling look at his son. "And I would remind you that it is not - prudent - to appear less than fond of Harry Potter, not when most of our kind regard him as the hero who made the Dark Lord disappear - ah, Mr. Borgin."
"Come with me, Argus," he said to Filch. "You, too, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger."
But it was too late. A rumble, as though of distant thunder, told them that the feast had just ended. From either end of the corridor where they stood came the sound of hundreds of feet climbing the stairs, and the loud, happy talk of well-fed people; next moment, students were crashing into the passage from both ends.
"Can you believe our luck?" said Ron miserably, bending down to pick up Scabbers. "Of all the trees we could've hit, we had to get one that hits back."
With very best wishes, Sir Patrick Delaney-Podmore.'"
"Break it up, there, gents, break it up -"
Dizzy and bruised, covered in soot, he got gingerly to his feet, holding his broken glasses up to his eyes. He was -,cite alone, but where he was, he had no idea. All he could tell was that he was standing in the stone fireplace of what looked like a large, dimly lit wizard's shop - but nothing in here was ever likely to be on a Hogwarts school list.
"Almost," said the ghost sadly, and he drifted away.
Hermione emerged from between the bookshelves. She looked irritable and at last seemed ready to talk to them.
"Precisely. Take another ten points," said Professor Sprout. "Now, the Mandrakes we have here are still very young."
"Shall we have a look around?" Harry suggested, wanting to warm up his feet.
The crowd parted, whispering excitedly; Lockhart dived forward, seized Harry's arm, and pulled him to the front. The crowd burst into applause. Harry's face burned as Lockhart shook his hand for the photographer, who was clicking away madly, wafting thick smoke over the Weasleys.（央视记者 徐海霞）