时间：2020 01-22 作者：dsmtyna 浏览量：28790
'So that's why she talks now?' he asked Hermione. 'She never used to talk in front of me.'
'Well, time's ticking on,' said Fred briskly, getting to his feet. 'George, Lee and I have got items of a sensitive nature to purchase, we'll be seeing you all later.'
He looked around impressively, as though waiting for people to cry 'Surely not!' When nobody spoke, he went on, 'I, personally, am at a loss to see why the Ministry has foisted such a useless teacher on us at this critical period. Obviously, they are in denial about the return of You-Know-Who, but to give us a teacher who is trying to actively prevent us from using defensive spells - '
'I suggested poison,' said Ron grimly.
'No. No, of course not,' said Ernie, looking slightly less anxious. 'I - yes, of course I'll sign.'
'Hi, Harry' said Neville, beaming and taking a seat opposite him.
'You mean, Dumbledore believes him,' said the blond boy, nodding at Harry.
'Er - you don't know Madam Bones, do you?' he asked.
'What's an idea?' said Harry.
That's not what he said,' snarled Fred.
The trouble is,' she said to Harry, 'until V-Voldemort - oh, for heaven's sake, Ron - comes out into the open, Sirius is going to have to stay hidden, isn't he? I mean, the stupid Ministry isn't going to realise Sirius is innocent until they accept that Dumbledore's been telling the truth about him all along. And once the fools start catching real Death Eaters again, it'll be obvious Sirius isn't one . . . I mean, he hasn't got the Mark, for one thing.'
Harry watched numbly as the large chattering group took their beers from Fred and rummaged in their robes to find coins. He could not imagine what all these people had turned up for until the horrible thought occurred to him that they might be expecting same kind of speech, at which he rounded on Hermione.
It was the first time she had ever said Voldemort's name and it was this, more than anything else, that calmed Harry. Still breathing hard, he sank back into his chair, becoming aware as he did so that his hand was throbbing horribly again. He wished he had not smashed the bowl of Murtlap essence