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"I should think not," said Professor McGonagall sharply. "How are we supposed to teach with those horrors floating around?"
Professor McGonagall turned on her heel and carried the Firebolt out of the portrait hole, which closed behind her. Harry stood staring after her, the tin of High-Finish Polish still clutched in his hands. Ron, however, rounded on Hermione.
No one said anything. The horrible truth sank into Harry like a stone.
"Dumbledore obviously thinks he might be," said Ron.
"Why isn't anyone going in?" said Ron curiously.
The Sneakoscope whirled and whistled in his palm. Crookshanks was hissing and spitting at it.
It was a Firebolt, identical to the dream broom Harry had gone to see every day in Diagon Alley. Its handle glittered as he picked it up. He could feel it vibrating and let go; it hung in midair, unsupported, at exactly the right height for him to mount it. His eyes moved from the golden registration number at the top of the handle, right down to the perfectly smooth, streamlined birch twigs that made up the tail.
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"We were playing in completely different conditions!" Wood shouted, his eyes bulging slightly. "Diggory's put a very strong side together! He's an excellent Seeker! I was afraid you'd take it like this! We mustn't relax! We must keep our focus! Slytherin is trying to wrong-foot us! We must win!"
"Fred!" said Ginny indignantly.
"I know," said Harry, "but McGonagall still wants to strip it down --"
"We'll come and see you later," Fred told him. "Don't beat yourself up, Harry, you're still the best Seeker we've ever had."
Professor Lupin took another sip and Harry had a crazy urge to knock the goblet out of his hands.
"Can we have another go? Just one more go?"
When the bell rang, everyone gathered up their things and headed for the door, Harry among them, but --
A dementor rose slowly from the box, its hooded face turned toward Harry, one glistening, scabbed hand gripping its cloak. The lamps around the classroom flickered and went out. The dementor stepped from the box and started to sweep silently toward Harry, drawing a deep, rattling breath. A wave of piercing cold broke over him --（央视记者 徐海霞）
Hagrid went quiet for a moment, staring into his tea. Then he said quietly, "Thought o' jus' letting Buckbeak go... tryin' ter make him fly away... but how d'yeh explain ter a hippogriff it's gotta go inter hidin'? An' -an' I'm scared o' breakin' the law...." He looked up at them, tears leaking down his face again. "I don' ever want ter go back ter Azkaban."。