时间：2020 01-24 作者：tbtnlso 浏览量：88474
'Er . . . well, it was . . .' said Harry, pulling a dish of rhubarb crumble towards him and helping himself to seconds, 'a complete fiasco, now you mention it.'
A few more minutes passed in total silence, Harry drinking his coffee so fast that he would soon need a fresh cup. Beside them,
She snatched up her crocodile-skin handbag and groped within it.
'But I don't think you're ugly,' said Harry, bemused.
For some reason he glanced up at the staff table as he said this. Harry had the strangest feeling that Dumbledore had been watching him a second before, but when he looked towards the Headmaster he seemed to be absorbed in conversation with Professor Flitwick.
'Well, it does!' she said impatiently. 'It's only a game, isn't it?'
'Here's another one you've convinced, Harry!' said Hermione excitedly. 'Having read your side of the story, I am forced to the conclusion that the Daily Prophet has treated you very unfairly . . . little though I want to think that He Who Must Not Be Named has returned, I am forced to accept that you are telling the truth . . . Oh, this is wonderful!'
'Yeah,' said Harry, grinning. 'You kept blocking me.'
'What are you up to?' Harry asked, sitting down and staring from Rita to Luna to Hermione.
'Yeah,' said Harry, tearing his eyes away from Bellatrix Lestrange's face to glance up and down the High Street. 'Yeah, that is weird.