时间：02-23 来源：转载自澎湃新闻 浏览量：2051
"But what does he want me for?" asked Neville nervously, as though he was expecting detention.
"The usual," said Ron indifferently, demonstrating a rude hand
"Hermione?" said Ginny tentatively, for Hermione still hadn't turned around. "How did you do?"
And he stamped, hard, on Harry's face. Harry felt his nose break; blood spurted everywhere.
"It was, but you told me I had to get an 'Outstanding' in my O.W.L., Professor."
Harry read the parchment through several times, his breathing becoming easier with each reading. It was all right: He had always known that he would fail Divination, and he had had no chance of passing History of Magic, given that he had collapsed halfway through the examination, but he had passed everything else! He ran his finger down the grades . . . he had passed well in Transfiguration and Herbology, he had even exceeded expectations at Potions! And best of all, he had achieved "Outstanding" at Defense Against the Dark Arts!
"Just about," said Harry. "Did you see the Malfoys?"
And with that, the pair of them strode out of the shop, Malfoy taking care to bang as hard as he could into Ron on the way out.
"Don't get used to it, it's only because of Harry," said Mr. Weasley over his shoulder. He and Mrs. Weasley were in front with the Ministry driver; the front passenger seat had obligingly stretched into what resembled a two-seater sofa. "He's been given top-grade security status. And we'll be joining up with additional security at the Leaky Cauldron too."
Harry was not afraid of Malfoy, but he still did not much like the idea of being discovered hiding under his Invisibility Cloak by a group of unfriendly Slytherins. Eyes still watering and head still throbbing, he drew his wand, careful not to disarrange the cloak, and waited, breath held. To his relief, Malfoy seemed to decide that he had imagined the noise; he pulled on his robes like the others, locked his trunk, and as the train slowed to a jerky crawl, fastened a thick new traveling cloak round his neck.
'Quire right! You recognized it, I suppose, by its distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen?"
Mr. Weasley turned hopefully in the direction of the table.
They scurried along, peering left and right, through shop windows and doors, until Hermione pointed ahead.
Ron snorted loudly, but managed to pass it off as a violent sneeze. They were now standing beside the oak front doors.
Harry remained within the confines of the Burrow's garden over the next few weeks. He spent most of his days playing two-a-side Quidditch in the Weasleys' orchard (he and Hermione against Ron and Ginny; Hermione was dreadful and Ginny good, so they were reasonably well matched) and his evenings eating triple helpings of everything Mrs. Weasley put in front of him.（央视记者 徐海霞）