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"I do feel so sorry," said Draco Malfoy, one Potions class, "for all those people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they're not wanted at home."
"Well done," said George in a low voice. "Wood told us. We're on the team too -- Beaters."
"Wow," Ron sighed, as the broomstick rolled onto Harry's bedspread.
"Ron!" said Hermione suddenly, "Harry --"
"Slytherin in possession -- Flint with the Quaffle -- passes Spinnet -- passes Bell -- hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hope it broke his nose -- only joking, Professor -- Slytherins score -- A no...
Harry couldn't believe anyone could be so interfering.
"Shan't say nothing if you don't say please," said Peeves in his annoying singsong voice.
"Weird!" he said, 'NMat a shape! This is money?"
Hermione stretched her hand as high into the air as it would go without her leaving her seat, but Harry didn't have the faintest idea what a bezoar was. He tried not to look at Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were shaking with laughter.
Snape's face was twisted with fury as he dropped his robes quickly to hide his leg. Harry gulped.
"This is it!" Ron moaned, as they pushed helplessly at the door, "We're done for! This is the end!" They could hear footsteps, Filch running as fast as he could toward Peeves's shouts.
But from that moment on, Hermione Granger became their friend. There are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.
"So?" said Ron, but he looked a bit uncomfortable. "She must've noticed she's got no friends."
"Come on," he said to Ron. He pushed open the portrait of the Fat Lady and climbed through the hole.
"I'm coming with you," she said.
Harry was just helping himself to a baked potato when Professor Quirrell came sprinting into the hall, his turban askew and terror on his face. Everyone stared as he reached Professor Dumbledore's chair, slumped against the table, and gasped, "Troll -- in the dungeons -- thought you ought to know.";