时间：2020 01-24 作者：cfernvc 浏览量：20835
'Be quiet, you three! Yes, we saw him talking to Fudge on Level Nine, then they went up to Fudge's office together. Dumbledore ought to know.'
'Get him red and gold to match his badge,' said George, smirking.
He had forgotten completely about prefects being chosen in the fifth year. He had been too anxious about the possibility of being expelled to spare a thought for the fact that badges must be winging their way towards certain people. But if he had remembered . . . if he had thought about it . . . what would he have expected?
And without looking once at Harry, he swept from the dungeon.
Not this, said a small and truthful voice inside his head.
'We thought you were a cert!' said Fred, in a tone that suggested Harry had tricked them in some way.
'I - that - not -' blustered Fudge, fiddling with the papers before him. 'It's - I want this over with today, Dumbledore!'
The doors slid open and they stepped out into the now almost-deserted Atrium. Eric the watchwizard was hidden behind his Daily Prophet again. They had walked straight past the golden fountain before Harry remembered.
'Harry?' said Hermione tentatively.
'Come here, I've got something that might interest you,' he said.
'Just caught her!' he said happily. 'She says she'll get the Cleansweep if she can.'
Harry found himself daydreaming about Hogwarts more and more as the end of the holidays approached; he could not wait to see Hagrid again, to play Quidditch, even to stroll across the vegetable patches to the Herbology greenhouses; it would be a treat just to leave this dusty, musty house, where half of the cupboards were still bolted shut and Kreacher wheezed insults out of the shadows as you passed, though Harry was careful not to say any of this within earshot of Sirius.;