时间：02-21 来源：转载自澎湃新闻 浏览量：6557
Hagrid was already waiting for them.
Wait till I tell Buckbeak!" There was Percy, jumping up and down like a maniac, all dignity forgotten. Professor McGonagall was sobbing harder even than Wood, wiping her eyes with an enormous Gryffindor flag; and there, fighting their way toward Harry, were Ron and Hermione. Words failed them. They simply beamed as Harry was borne toward the stands, where Dumbledore stood waiting with the enormous Quidditch Cup.
Lee's comments were drowned by a tide of "boos" from the Slytherin end.
Harry sneaked along the path, where a particularly sloppy puddle yielded some foul-smelling, green sludge.
"I don't know... It's marked on the Marauder's Map but Fred and George said no one's ever gotten into it.... It goes off the edge of the map, but it looked like it was heading for Hogsmeade..."
Professor Trelawney gave her a dewy smile.
"All right... but you'll need to help me, Sirius," said Lupin, I only know how it began..."
"Good for you, Harry!" roared Seamus Finnigan.
"So how about it?" Ron said to Harry as though there had been no interruption. "Come on, last time we went you didn't see anything. You haven't even been inside Zonko's yet!"
Hermione carried the milk jug over to the table and turned it upside down. With a frantic squeak, and much scrambling to get back inside, Scabbers the rat came sliding out onto the table.
They went to the post office; Ron pretended to be checking the price of an owl to Bill in Egypt so that Harry could have a good look around. The owls sat hooting softly down at him, at least three hundred of them; from Great Grays right down to tiny little Scops owls ("Local Deliveries Only"), which were so small they could have sat in the palm of Harry's hand.
Harry didn't understand what Snape was talking about. Nor, apparently, did Lupin.
"Come on, Hermione, come and have some food," Harry said, looking over at Ron and wondering whether he was in a good enough mood to bury the hatchet.
"Of course," Lupin breathed. "So simple... so brilliant... he cut it off himself?"
They scattered as the Firebolt zoomed toward them; Angelina's Way was clear.