时间：2020 01-26 作者：kwanjcy 浏览量：90691
'What?' said Harry. 'Why . . . oh yeah, Keeper tryouts!'
Harry shook his head, noticing as he did so that the ache in his right temple was getting worse. He thought of the long essay on giant wars and the pain stabbed at him sharply. Knowing perfectly well that when the morning came, he would regret not finishing his homework that night, he piled his books back into his bag.
The following day dawned just as leaden and rainy as the previous one. Hagrid was still absent from the staff table at breakfast.
Hermione did not speak to him all morning.
'I know it is, Harry, so will you please stop biting my head off?' said Hermione wearily. 'It's just that before the truth could sink in, everyone went home for the summer, where they spent two months reading about how you're a nutcase and Dumbledore's going senile!'
'I repeat, as long as you have studied the theory hard enough - '
There had been a previous occasion when Harry, expecting to be caned by Professor McGonagall, had instead been appointed by her to the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He sank into a chair opposite her and helped himself to a Ginger Newt, feeling just as confused and wrong-footed as he had done on that occasion.
'You wouldn't,' said George, horrified, taking a step back from her.
'Nothing,' said Ron at once, his ears reddening.
Professor Umbridge raised her eyebrows.
'Bowtruckles,' said Hermione. They're tree-guardians, usually live in wand-trees.'