时间：2020 01-21 作者：evlucww 浏览量：56972
'We'll be in the library, Harry,' said Hermione firmly as she seized Ron above the elbow and dragged him off towards the marble staircase.
It had been evening the last time Harry had travelled by Knight Bus and its three decks had been full of brass bedsteads. Now, in the early morning, it was crammed with an assortment of mismatched chairs grouped haphazardly around windows. Some of these appeared to have fallen over when the bus stopped abruptly in Grimmauld Place; a few witches and wizards were still getting to their feet, grumbling, and somebody's shopping bag had slid the length of the bus: an unpleasant mixture of frogspawn, cockroaches and custard creams was scattered all over the floor.
'I'm going to have to do this tomorrow,' he muttered, pushing the books he had just taken out of his bag back inside it.
'Yeah, all right,' said Harry heavily, looking up into Lupin's prematurely lined face. 'See you, then.'
'Stand up and take out your wand, Potter.'
'What happened then, Potter?' he asked, eyeing Harry intently.
Harry's question was answered the very next morning. When Hermione's Daily Prophet arrived she smoothed it out, gazed for a moment at the front page and gave a yelp that caused everyone in the vicinity to stare at her.
'Headless Hats!' shouted George, as Fred waved a pointed hat decorated with a fluffy pink feather at the watching students. Two Galleons each, watch Fred, now!'
'I - er - ' he said.
'Had a good Christmas?' asked Cho.
'I told you,' said Snape, rigid in his chair, his eyes slits, 'to call me "sir".
Harry did as he was told, with the horrible feeling that he was imprisoning himself. When he turned back into the room, Snape had moved into the light and was pointing silently at the chair opposite his desk. Harry sat down and so did Snape, his cold black eyes fixed unblinkingly upon Harry, dislike etched in every line of his face.（央视记者 徐海霞）