时间：02-25 来源：转载自澎湃新闻 浏览量：3354
of Advanced Potion-Making. . . ."
"Given her the slip by the looks of it," said Ron.
Neville hung his head. Professor McGonagall peered at him through her square spectacles.
She was not the only one who had noticed. Dumbledore's right hand was as blackened and dead-looking as it had been on the night he had come to fetch Harry from the Dursleys. Whispers it the room; Dumbledore, interpreting them correctly, merely smiled and shook his purple-and-gold sleeve over his injury.
"No!" said Ron gleefully. "Listen!"
"Potions?" said Ron and Hermione together, turning to stare Harry. "But you said —"
Her great blue eyes widened and she looked reproachfully at Mrs. Weasley, who said, "We hadn't got around to telling him yet."
"And that's our stuff you're nicking. Three Galleons, nine Sickles. I'll knock off the Knut."
"Blimey . . . private lessons with Dumbledore!" said Ron, looking impressed. "I wonder why he's . . . ?"
"It's the way she talks to me ?you'd think I was about three!"
She swooped down upon him and kissed him again.
"Naturally, naturally," murmured Borgin, bowing again.
"Harry, no!" moaned Hermione, grabbing his arm and attempting to push it down by his side. "Think. . . . You mustn't. . . . You'll be in such trouble. ..."
"Perhaps you'd like to take it now?"
He turned his wand on Harry so fast that Harry reacted instinctively; all thought of nonverbal spells forgotten, he yelled, "Protego!"