时间：2020 01-20 作者：nguvbtz 浏览量：31076
'So you've been practising tonight?'
'I wonder why he thought you were, then?' she said as she carried the owl to the window.
He was talking in a very fast, feverish way.
Her bulging eyes narrowed.
'What's happened?' said Harry, snatching at the paper so violently it ripped down the middle, with him and Hermione each holding one half.
She moved over to her desk, sat down and bent over a stack of parchment that looked like essays for marking. Harry raised the sharp black quill, then realised what was missing.
' "The Ministry of Magic has received a tip-off from a reliable source that Sirius Black, notorious mass murderer . . . blah blah blah . . .is currently hiding in London!" ' Hermione read from her half in an anguished whisper.
'How many times?' Harry asked, with a creditable imitation of politeness.
But Ron had grabbed Harry's forearm and pulled the back of Harry's hand up level with his eyes. There was a pause, during which he stared at the words carved into the skin, then, looking sick, he released Harry
'Yeah, so do - Harry, what's that on the back of your hand?'
Of course, she had preferred Cedric, he knew that . . . though if he'd only asked her to the Ball before Cedric had, things might have turned out differently . . . she had seemed sincerely sorry that she'd had to refuse when Harry asked her . . .