时间：2020 01-22 作者：xeutaie 浏览量：21643
Harry could not think of anything to say. He was feeling ashamed of his outburst already. He nodded, hardly aware of what he was agreeing to.
'So that's why she talks now?' he asked Hermione. 'She never used to talk in front of me.'
'McGonagall would go nuts if she knew - '
'She's not wrong,' mumbled Harry, and a couple of people laughed.
'Library?' suggested Katie Bell after a few moments.
'I dunno,' said Harry, playing for time. He looked up at Ron.
'Don't worry, Harry,' Hermione said quietly. 'You've got enough on your plate without Sirius, too.'
'Er - why was Filch sniffing you?' asked Ron, as he, Harry and Hermione set off at: a brisk pace down the wide drive to the gates.
'Hi, Harry' said Neville, beaming and taking a seat opposite him.
'Which one was Michael Corner?' Ron demanded furiously.
Harry remembered Hagrid mentioning this pub in his first year: 'Yeh get a lot o' funny folk in the Hog's Head,' he had said, explaining how he had won a dragon's egg from a hooded stranger there. At the time Harry had wondered why Hagrid had not found it odd that the stranger kept his face hidden throughout their encounter; now he saw that keeping your face hidden was something of a fashion in the Hog's Head. There was a man at the bar whose whole head was wrapped in dirty grey bandages, though he was still managing to gulp endless glasses of some smoking, fiery substance through a slit over his mouth; two figures shrouded in hoods sat at a table in one of the windows; Harry might have thought them Dementors if they had not been talking in strong Yorkshire accents, and in a shadowy corner beside the fireplace sat a witch with a thick, black veil that fell to her toes. They could just see the tip of her nose because it caused the veil to protrude slightly.