时间：2020 01-28 作者：kuaoarq 浏览量：93045
Professor Umbridge stood up and leaned towards them, her stubby-fingered hands splayed on her desk.
'I just wish Hagrid would hurry up and get back, that's all,' said Harry in a low voice, as they reached the greenhouses. 'And don't say that Grubbly-Plank woman's a better teacher!' he added threateningly.
'We're not going to make them ill, we've already tested them all on ourselves, this is just to see if everyone reacts the same - '
'I never said it - '
Malfoy walked away, smirking over his shoulder at Harry, who felt suddenly sick. Did Malfoy know something? His father was a Death Eater after all; what if he had information about Hagrid's fate that had not yet reached the ears of the Order? He hurried back around the table to Ron and Hermione who were squatting on the grass some distance away and attempting to persuade a Bowtruckle to remain still long enough for them to draw it. Harry pulled out parchment and quill, crouched down beside the others and related in a whisper what Malfoy had just said.
'Well, good afternoon!' she said, when finally the whole class had sat down.
'Why, it's Potty Wee Potter!' cackled Peeves, allowing two of the inkwells to fall to the ground where they smashed and spattered the walls with ink; Harry jumped backwards out of the way with a snarl.
'Students raise their hands when they wish to speak in my class, Mr - ?'
'Oh, yes, I would,' said Hermione grimly. 'I can't stop you eating the stupid things yourselves, but you're not to give them to the first-years,'
But Peevesy knows better and says that he's mad - '
'And she's trying to get people to spy for her,' said Ron darkly.