特殊的治疗室1
特殊的治疗室1
“It's really not that difficult, Harry,” Hermione tried to reassure him as they left Flitwick's class - she had been making objects zoom across the room to her all lesson, as though she were some sort of weird magnet for board dusters, wastepaper baskets, and lunascopes. “You just weren't concentrating properly -”
“Is that aftershave?” said Hermione in a slightly choked voice.
“Is it just you who's stationed up here, or—?”
“I brought about the death of Albus Dumbledore!”
“I've forgotten Hedwig!”
