时间：2020 01-19 作者：riprped 浏览量：25213
'No real use?' said Ron in a strained voice. 'Hermione, they've made about twenty-six Galleons already.'
'"Same time, same place?" Does he mean the fire in the common room?'
'Oh, I've always loved that owl, she's so beautiful,' Harry heard Lavender sigh to Parvati.
'To Grubbly-Plank,' said Harry. 'And I met McGonagall . . . listen . . .'
'Please turn to page thirty-four of Defensive Magical Theory and read the third chapter, entitled "The Case for Non-Offensive Responses to Magical Attack". There will be - '
Hermione bit her lip and did not answer. The bell rang just as Peeves swooped down on Katie and emptied an entire ink bottle over her head.
Professor Grubbly-Plank appeared at Professor McGonagall's shoulder, smoking a pipe and holding a copy of the Daily Prophet.
Once outside the room, Harry returned Hedwig to his shoulder and hurried off up the corridor, pausing to think only when he was out of sight of Binns's door. His first choice of somebody to cure Hedwig would have been Hagrid, of course, but as he had no idea where Hagrid was his only remaining option was to find Professor Grubbly-Plank and hope she would help.
Angelina kept them at it for nearly an hour before conceding defeat. She led her sodden and disgruntled team back into the changing rooms, insisting that the practice had not been a waste of time, though without any real conviction in her voice. Fred and George were looking particularly annoyed; both were bandy-legged and winced with every movement. Harry could hear them complaining in low voices as he towelled his hair dry.
It was Angelina and she was hurrying towards them looking perfectly desperate.
Ron looked utterly perplexed.