时间：2020 01-23 作者：dacxakh 浏览量：35117
She rummaged in her bag and produced parchment and a quill, then hesitated, rather as though she was steeling herself to say something.
'Er - why was Filch sniffing you?' asked Ron, as he, Harry and Hermione set off at: a brisk pace down the wide drive to the gates.
Both Ron and Hermione groaned. Professor Umbridge turned her head slowly in Harry's direction.
'We think the reason Umbridge doesn't want us trained in Defence Against the Dark Arts,' said Hermione, 'is that she's got some . . . some mad idea that Dumbledore could use the students in the school as a kind of private army. She thinks he'd mobilise us against the Ministry'
'But that was luck,' said Harry, 'it wasn't skill - '
'No,' said Cho, 'nor with ours.'
Harry was grinning now, sure the pair of them were pulling his leg.
He was frowning slightly, apparently thinking. Then he said, 'That's an idea.'
'If you've come to hear exactly what it looks like when Voldemort murders someone I can't help you,' Harry said. His temper, always so close to the surface these days, was rising again. He did not take his eyes from Zacharias Smith's aggressive face, and was determined not to look at Cho. 'I don't want to talk about Cedric Diggory, all right? So if that's what you're here for, you might as well clear out.'
'I was wondering,' Hermione said suddenly, 'whether you'd thought any more about Defence Against the Dark Arts, Harry.'
'Are you trying to weasel out of showing us any of this stuff?' said Zacharias Smith.
The morning of the Hogsmeade visit dawned bright but windy. Alter breakfast they queued up in front of Filch, who matched their names to the long list of students who had permission from their parents or guardian to visit the village. With a slight pang, Harry remembered that if it hadn't been for Sirius, he would not have been going at all.？