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第3章 浪荡青年二胖子

“But Harry, you said that Slughorn was going to be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts!” said Hermione.

“Are you sure you weren't dreaming, Ron?”

“Don’t fear me. I will be true to the death.”

“Because her cat acted like all cats do,” Hagrid continued doggedly. “She's cried a fair few times, yeh know. Goin’ through a rough time at the moment. Bitten off more'n she can chew, if yeh ask me, all the work she's tryin’ ter do. Still found time ter help me with Buckbeak's case, mind…She's found some really good stuff fer me…reckon he'll stand a good chance now…”

“Er,” said Harry, somewhat distracted by the fact that Ron was now elbowing him in the ribs in an attempt to force his way into the room, “well, I've never mixed an antidote for a love potion, sir, and by the time I get it right Ron might've done something serious—”

“Concentrating hard on your happy memory?”

“Excellent! Ron, you next!”

“About last Sunday!” replied Noah, considering. “Why, I told

“Hagrid, what is it?” said Hermione, aghast.