时间：2020 01-23 作者：bbeargk 浏览量：85450
'Ginny's got him,' said Harry. There she is . . .'
'Oh - er - thanks,' said Harry, handing her the cage and hoisting Hedwig's more securely into his arms.
The whole school waited with bated breath. Then the rip near the hat's brim opened wide like a mouth and the Sorting Hat burst into song:
So how could it have gone so wrong?
Retained friendships firm and true.
Lupin handed her a handkerchief and she blew her nose.
Divided, sought to rule.
An old woman greeted them on the corner. She had tightly curled grey hair and wore a purple hat shaped like a pork pie.
'But where is he, then?'
'Does it - er - do anything?' he asked.
They had the selfsame yearning,
Liquid squirted from every boil on the plant; thick, stinking, dark green jets of it. They hit the ceiling, the windows, and spattered Luna Lovegood's magazine; Ginny, who had flung her arms up in front of her face just in time, merely looked as though she was wearing a slimy green hat, but Harry, whose hands had been busy preventing Trevor's escape, received a faceful. It smelled like rancid manure.
But Harry, closing his bedroom door behind him some ten minutes later, could not think Mrs Weasley silly. He could still see his parents beaming up at him from the battered old photograph, unaware that their lives, like so many of those around them, were drawing to a close. The image of the Boggart posing as the corpse of each member of Mrs Weasley's family in turn kept flashing before his eyes.。