时间：02-24 来源：转载自澎湃新闻 浏览量：9331
"And did he -- did he seem interested in Fluffy?" Harry asked, try ing to keep his voice calm.
The room went very still. The Slytherins' smiles faded a little.
Two among our number hold only nettle wine,
At first, Gryffindors passing the giant hourglasses that recorded the house points the next day thought there'd been a mistake. How could they suddenly have a hundred and fifty points fewer than yesterday? And then the story started to spread: Harry Potter, the famous Harry Potter, their hero of two Quidditch matches, had lo st them all those points, him and a couple of other stupid first years.
"Don't tell me what I can and can't do, Potter. Now get back to bed, all of you. I've never been more ashamed of Gryffindor students."
He rose up in the air and floated there, squinting at them.
Hermione was running toward them down the path, Hagrid puffing along behind her.
"But there are hundreds of them!"
Quirrell rolled off him, his face blistering, too, and then Harry knew: Quirrell couldn't touch his bare skin, not without suffering terrible pain -- his only chance was to keep hold of Quirrell, keep him in enough pain to stop him from doing a curse.
"Hullo," he said, smiling. "Finished yer exams? Got time fer a drink?"
"Oh, I'm so glad we know what it's called, that's a great help," snarled Ron, leaning back, trying to stop the plant from curling around his neck. "Shut up, I'm trying to remember how to kill it!" said Hermione.
Malfoy now turned to Hagrid.
And Harry knew it would be no good to argue.
"Well enough. Look, I've jus' bin askin' Ronan, you seen anythin' odd in here lately? There's a unicorn bin injured -- would yeh know anythin' about it?"
"Keep playing," Ron warned Harry as they slipped out of the cloak and crept toward the trapdoor. They could feel the dog's hot, smelly breath as they approached the giant heads. "I think we'll be able to pull the door open," said Ron, peering over the dog's back. "Want to go first, Hermione?"（央视记者 徐海霞）