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"No. All well here?"
"What did you do?" said Hermione, looking anxious. "Did you get any work done?"
"She gave it to You? Excellent! Listen, can I still have a go on it? Tomorrow?"
"You don't know what you're talking about, Hagrid," said Fudge sharply. "Nobody but trained Hit Wizards from the Magical Law Enforcement Squad would have stood a chance against Black once he was cornered. I was Junior Minister in the Department of Magical Catastrophes at the time, and I was one of the first on the scene after Black murdered all those people. I -- I will never forget it. I still dream about it sometimes. A crater in the middle of the street, so deep it had cracked the sewer below. Bodies everywhere. Muggles screaming. And Black standing there laughing, with what was left of Pettigrew in front of him... a heap of bloodstained robes and a few -- a few fragments --"
"Yes," said Harry defiantly. "For... for some things..."
"There's nothing wrong with Malfoy's arm!" said Harry furiously. "He's faking it!"
"There had to be one time you didn't get it," said George.
Ron's and Hermione's faces appeared under the table. They were both staring at him, lost for words.
Harry watched carefully. His little Ink self appeared to be tapping the witch with his minute wand. Harry quickly took out his real wand and tapped the statue. Nothing happened. He looked back at the map. The tiniest speech bubble had appeared next to his figure. The word inside said, "Dissendium."
"The lights are going out now!" Percy shouted. "I want everyone in their sleeping bags and no more talking!"
"Rosmerta, dear, I don't like them any more than you do," said Fudge uncomfortably. "Necessary precaution... unfortunate, but there YOU are.... I've just met some of them. They're in a fury against Dumbledore -- he won't let them inside the castle grounds."
"What's that?" said Ron, looking over, a freshly unwrapped pair of maroon socks in his hand.
"He's not looking too good, is he?" Harry said.
"Probably," said Ron. "Why?"
Resigned to the fact that he would be the only third year staying behind again, Harry borrowed a copy of Which Broomstick from Wood, and decided to spend the day reading up on the different makes. He had been riding one of the school brooms at team practice, an ancient Shooting Star, which was very slow and jerky; he definitely needed a new broom of his own.
"GET -- HIM -- OUT -- OF -- HERE!" Ron bellowed as Crookshanks's claws ripped his pajamas and Scabbers attempted a wild escape over his shoulder. Ron seized Scabbers by the tail and aimed a misjudged kick at Crookshanks that hit the trunk at the end of Harry's bed, knocking it over and causing Ron to hop up and down, howling with pain.（央视记者 徐海霞）