Malfoy didn't reappear in classes until late on Thursday morning, when the Slytherins and Gryffindors were halfway1 through double Potions. He swaggered into the dungeon2, his right arm covered in bandages and bound up in a sling3, acting4, in Harry5's opinion, as though he were the heroic survivor6 of some dreadful battle.
“How is it, Draco?” simpered Pansy Parkinson. “Does it hurt much?”
“Yeah,” said Malfoy, putting on a brave sort of grimace7. But Harry saw him wink8 at Crabbe and Goyle when Pansy had looked away.
“Settle down, settle down,” said Professor Snape idly.
Harry and Ron scowled10 at each other; Snape wouldn't have said ‘settle down’ if they'd walked in late, he'd have given them detention11. But Malfoy had always been able to get away with anything in Snape's classes; Snape was head of Slytherin House, and generally favored his own students above all others.
They were making a new potion today, a Shrinking Solution. Malfoy set up his cauldron right next to Harry and Ron, so that they were preparing their ingredients on the same table.
“Sir,” Malfoy called, “sir, I'll need help cutting up these daisy roots, because of my arm —”
“Weasley, cut up Malfoy's roots for him,” said Snape without looking up.
Ron went brick red.
“There's nothing wrong with your arm,” he hissed12 at Malfoy.
Malfoy smirked13 across the table.
“Weasley, you heard Professor Snape; cut up these roots.”
Ron seized his knife, pulled Malfoy's roots toward him, and began to chop them roughly, so that they were all different sizes.
“Professor,” drawled Malfoy, “Weasley's mutilating my roots, sir.”
Snape approached their table, stared down his hooked nose at the roots, then gave Ron an unpleasant smile from beneath his long, greasy14 black hair.
“Change roots with Malfoy, Weasley.”
“But, sir —!”
Ron had spent the last quarter of an hour carefully shredding16 his own roots into exactly equal pieces.
“Now,” said Snape in his most dangerous voice.
Ron shoved his own beautifully cut roots across the table at Malfoy, then took up the knife again.
“And, sir, I'll need this shrivelfig skinned,” said Malfoy, his voice full of malicious17 laughter.
“Potter, you can skin Malfoy's shrivelfig,” said Snape, giving Harry the look of loathing18 he always reserved just for him.
Harry took Malfoy's shrivelfig as Ron began trying to repair the damage to the roots he now had to use. Harry skinned the shrivelfig as fast as he could and flung it back across the table at Malfoy without speaking. Malfoy was smirking19 more broadly than ever.
“Seen your pal20 Hagrid lately?” he asked them quietly.
“None of your business,” said Ron jerkily, without looking up.
“I'm afraid he won't be a teacher much longer,” said Malfoy in a tone of mock sorrow. “Father's not very happy about my injury —”
“Keep talking, Malfoy, and I'll give you a real injury,” snarled21 Ron.
“– he's complained to the school governors. And to the Ministry22 of Magic. Father's got a lot of influence, you know. And a lasting23 injury like this” — he gave a huge, fake sigh — “who knows if my arm'll ever be the same again?”
“So that's why you're putting it on,” said Harry, accidentally beheading a dead caterpillar24 because his hand was shaking in anger, “To try to get Hagrid fired.”
“Well,” said Malfoy, lowering his voice to a whisper, “partly, Potter. But there are other benefits too. Weasley, slice my caterpillars25 for me.”
A few cauldrons away, Neville was in trouble. Neville regularly went to pieces in Potions lessons; it was his worst subject, and his great fear of Professor Snape made things ten times worse. His potion, which was supposed to be a bright, acid green, had turned —
“Orange, Longbottom,” said Snape, ladling some up and allowing to splash back into the cauldron, so that everyone could see.
“Orange. Tell me, boy, does anything penetrate26 that thick skull27 of yours? Didn't you hear me say, quite clearly, that only one cat spleen was needed? Didn't I state plainly that a dash of leech28 juice would suffice? What do I have to do to make you understand, Longbottom?”
Neville was pink and trembling. He looked as though he was on the verge29 of tears.
“Please, sir,” said Hermione, “please, I could help Neville put it right —”
“I don't remember asking you to show off, Miss Granger,” said Snape coldly, and Hermione went as pink as Neville. “Longbottom, at the end of this lesson we will feed a few drops of this potion to your toad30 and see what happens. Perhaps that will encourage you to do it properly.”
Snape moved away, leaving Neville breathless with fear.
“Help me!” he moaned to Hermione.
“Hey, Harry,” said Seamus Finnigan, leaning over to borrow Harry's brass31 scales, “have you heard? Daily Prophet this morning — they reckon Sirius Black's been sighted.”
“Where?” said Harry and Ron quickly. On the other side of the table, Malfoy looked up, listening closely.
“Not too far from here,” said Seamus, who looked excited. “It was a Muggle who saw him. ‘Course, she didn't really understand. The Muggles think he's just an ordinary criminal, don't they? So she phoned the telephone hot line. By the time the Ministry of Magic got there, he was gone.”
“Not too far from here …” Ron repeated, looking significantly at Harry. He turned around and saw Malfoy watching closely. “What, Malfoy? Need something else skinned?”
But Malfoy's eyes were shining malevolently32, and they were fixed33 Harry. He leaned across the table.
“Thinking of trying to catch Black single-handed, Potter?”
“Yeah, that's right,” said Harry offhandedly34.
Malfoy's thin mouth was curving in a mean smile.
“Of course, if it was me,” he said quietly, “I'd have done something before now. I wouldn't be staying in school like a good boy, I'd be out there looking for him.”
“What are you talking about, Malfoy?” said Ron roughly.
“Don't you know, Potter?” breathed Malfoy, his pale eyes narrowed.
“Know what?”
Malfoy let out a low, sneering35 laugh.
“Maybe you'd rather not risk your neck,” he said. “Want to leave it to the Dementors, do you? But if it was me, I'd want revenge. I'd hunt him down myself.”
“What are you talking about?” said Harry angrily, but at that moment Snape called, “You should have finished adding your ingredients by now; this potion needs to stew37 before it can be drunk, so clear away while it simmers and then we'll test Longbottom's…”
Crabbe and Goyle laughed openly, watching Neville sweat as he stirred his potion feverishly38. Hermione was muttering instructions to him out of the corner of her mouth, so that Snape wouldn't see. Harry and Ron packed away their unused ingredients and went to wash their hands and ladles in the stone basin in the corner.
“What did Malfoy mean?” Harry muttered to Ron as he stuck his hands under the icy jet that poured from the gargoyle's mouth “Why would I want revenge on Black? He hasn't done anything to me — yet.”
“He's making it up,” said Ron savagely39. “He's trying to make you do something stupid…”
The end of the lesson in sight, Snape strode over to Neville, who was cowering40 by his cauldron.
“Everyone gather ‘round,” said Snape, his black eyes glittering, “and watch what happens to Longbottom's toad. If he has managed to produce a Shrinking Solution, it will shrink to a tadpole41. If, as I don't doubt, he has done it wrong, his toad is likely to be poisoned.”
The Gryffindors watched fearfully. The Slytherins looked excited. Snape picked up Trevor the toad in his left hand and dipped a small spoon into Neville's potion, which was now green. He trickled42 a few drops down Trevor's throat.
There was a moment of hushed silence, in which Trevor gulped43; then there was a small pop, and Trevor the tadpole was wriggling44 in Snape's palm.
The Gryffindors burst into applause. Snape, looking sour, pulled a small bottle from the pocket of his robe, poured a few drops on top of Trevor, and he reappeared suddenly, fully15 grown.
“Five points from Gryffindor,” said Snape, which wiped the smiles from every face. “I told you not to help him, Miss Granger. Class dismissed.”
Harry, Ron, and Hermione climbed the steps to the entrance hall. Harry was still thinking about what Malfoy had said, while Ron was seething45 about Snape.
“Five points from Gryffindor because the potion was all right! Why didn't you lie, Hermione? You should've said Neville did it all by himself!”
Hermione didn't answer. Ron looked around.
“Where is she?”
Harry turned too. They were at the top of the steps now, watching the rest of the class pass them, heading for the Great Hall and lunch.
“She was right behind us,” said Ron, frowning.
Malfoy passed them, walking between Crabbe and Goyle. He smirked at Harry and disappeared.
“There she is,” said Harry.
Hermione was panting slightly, hurrying up the stairs; one hand clutched her bag, the other seemed to be tucking something down the front of her robes.
“How did you do that?” said Ron.
“What?” said Hermione, joining them.
“One minute you were right behind us, the next moment, you were back at the bottom of the stairs again.”
“What?” Hermione looked slightly confused. “Oh — I had to go back for something. Oh no —”
A seam had split on Hermione's bag. Harry wasn't surprised; he could see that it was crammed46 with at least a dozen large and heavy books.
“Why are you carrying all these around with you?” Ron asked her.
“You know how many subjects I'm taking,” said Hermione breathlessly. “Couldn't hold these for me, could you?”
“But —” Ron was turning over the books she had handed him, looking at the covers. “You haven't got any of these subjects today. It's only Defense47 Against the Dark Arts this afternoon.”
“Oh yes,” said Hermione vaguely48, but she packed all the books back into her bag just the same. “I hope there's something good for lunch, I'm starving,” she added, and she marched off toward the Great Hall.
“D'you get the feeling Hermione's not telling us something?” Ron asked Harry.
* * * * * *
Professor Lupin wasn't there when they arrived at his first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. They all sat down, took out their books, quills49, and parchment, and were talking when he finally entered the room. Lupin smiled vaguely and placed his tatty50 old briefcase51 on the teacher's desk. He was as shabby as ever but looked healthier than he had on the train, as though he had had a few square meals.
“Good afternoon,” he said. “Would you please put all your books back in your bags. Today's will be a practical lesson. You will need only your wands.”
A few curious looks were exchanged as the class put away their books. They had never had a practical Defense Against the Dark Arts class before, unless you counted the memorable52 class last year when their old teacher had brought a cageful of pixies to class and set them loose.
“Right then,” said Professor Lupin, when everyone was ready. “If you'd follow me.”
Puzzled but interested, the class got to its feet and followed Professor Lupin out of the classroom. He led them along the deserted53 corridor and around a corner, where the first thing they saw was Peeves54 the Poltergeist, who was floating upside down in midair and stuffing the nearest keyhole with chewing gum.
Peeves didn't look up until Professor Lupin was two feet away; then he wiggled his curly-toed feet and broke into song.
“Loony, loopy Lupin,” Peeves sang. “Loony, loopy Lupin, loony, loopy Lupin —”
Rude and unmanageable as he almost always was, Peeves usually showed some respect toward the teachers. Everyone looked quickly at Professor Lupin to see how he would take this; to their surprise, he was still smiling.
“I'd take that gum out of the keyhole if I were you, Peeves,” he said pleasantly. “Mr. Filch55 won't be able to get in to his brooms.”
Filch was the Hogwarts caretaker, a bad-tempered56, failed wizard who waged a constant war against the students and, indeed, Peeves. However, Peeves paid no attention to Professor Lupin's words, except to blow a loud wet raspberry.
Professor Lupin gave a small sigh and took out his wand.
“This is a useful little spell,” he told the class over his shoulder. “Please watch closely.”
He raised the wand to shoulder height, said, “Waddiwasi!” and pointed57 it at Peeves.
With the force of a bullet, the wad of chewing gum shot out of the keyhole and straight down Peeves's left nostril58; he whirled upright and zoomed59 away, cursing.
“Cool, sir!” said Dean Thomas in amazement60.
“Thank you, Dean,” said Professor Lupin, putting his wand away again. “Shall we proceed?”
They set off again, the class looking at shabby Professor Lupin with increased respect. He led them down a second corridor and stopped, right outside the staffroom door.
“Inside, please,” said Professor Lupin, opening it and standing61 back.
The staffroom, a long, paneled room full of old, mismatched chairs, was empty except for one teacher. Professor Snape was sitting in a low armchair, and he looked around as the class filed in. His eyes were glittering and there was a nasty sneer36 playing around his mouth. As Professor Lupin came in and made to close the door behind him, Snape said, “Leave it open, Lupin. I'd rather not witness this.” He got to his feet and strode past the class, his black robes billowing behind him. At the doorway62 he turned on his heel and said, “Possibly no one's warned you, Lupin, but this class contains Neville Longbottom. I would advise you not to entrust63 him with anything difficult. Not unless Miss Granger is hissing64 instructions in his ear.”
Neville went scarlet65. Harry glared at Snape; it was bad enough that he bullied66 Neville in his own classes, let alone doing it in front of other teachers.
Professor Lupin had raised his eyebrows67.
“I was hoping that Neville would assist me with the first stage of the operation,” he said, “and I am sure he will perform it admirably.”
Neville's face went, if possible, even redder. Snape's lip curled, but he left, shutting the door with a snap.
“Now, then,” said Professor Lupin, beckoning68 the class toward the end of the room, where there was nothing but an old wardrobe where the teachers kept their spare robes. As Professor Lupin went to stand next to it, the wardrobe gave a sudden wobble, banging off the wall.
“Nothing to worry about,” said Professor Lupin calmly because a few people had jumped backward in alarm. “There's a Boggart in there.”
Most people seemed to feel that this was something to worry about. Neville gave Professor Lupin a look of pure terror, and Seamus Finnigan eyed the now rattling69 doorknob apprehensively70.
“Boggarts like dark, enclosed spaces,” said Professor Lupin. “Wardrobes, the gap beneath beds, the cupboards under sinks — I've even met one that had lodged71 itself in a grandfather clock. This one moved in yesterday afternoon, and I asked the headmaster if the staff would leave it to give my third years some practice.”
“So, the first question we must ask ourselves is, what is a Boggart?”
Hermione put up her hand.
“It's a shape-shifter,” she said. “It can take the shape of whatever it thinks will frighten us most.”
“Couldn't have put it better myself,” said Professor Lupin, and Hermione glowed. “So the Boggart sitting in the darkness within has not yet assumed a form. He does not yet know what will frighten the person on the other side of the door. Nobody knows what a Boggart looks like when he is alone, but when I let him out, he will immediately become whatever each of us most fears.
“This means,” said Professor Lupin, choosing to ignore Neville's small sputter72 of terror, “that we have a huge advantage over the Boggart before we begin. Have you spotted73 it, Harry?”
Trying to answer a question with Hermione next to him, bobbing up and down on the balls of her feet with her hand in the air, was very off-putting, but Harry had a go.
“Er — because there are so many of us, it won't know what shape it should be?”
“Precisely,” said Professor Lupin, and Hermione put her hand down, looking a little disappointed. “It's always best to have company when you're dealing74 with a Boggart. He becomes confused. Which should he become, a headless corpse75 or a flesh-eating slug? I once saw a Boggart make that very mistake — tried to frighten two people at once and turned himself into half a slug. Not remotely frightening.
‘The charm that repels76 a Boggart is simple, yet it requires force of mind. You see, the thing that really finishes a Boggart is laughter. What you need to do is force it to assume a shape that you find amusing.
“We will practice the charm without wands first. After me, please…riddikulus!”
“Riddikulus!” said the class together.
“Good,” said Professor Lupin. “Very good. But that was the easy part, I'm afraid. You see, the word alone is not enough. And this is where you come in, Neville.”
The wardrobe shook again, though not as much as Neville, who walked forward as though he were heading for the gallows77.
“Right, Neville,” said Professor Lupin. “First things first: what would you say is the thing that frightens you most in the world?”
Neville's lips moved, but no noise came out.
“I didn't catch that, Neville, sorry,” said Professor Lupin cheerfully.
Neville looked around rather wildly, as though begging someone to help him, then said, in barely more than a whisper, “Professor Snape.”
Nearly everyone laughed. Even Neville grinned apologetically. Professor Lupin, however, looked thoughtful.
“Professor Snape…hmmm…Neville, I believe you live with your grandmother?”
“Er — yes,” said Neville nervously78. “But — I don't want the Boggart to turn into her either.”
“No, no, you misunderstand me,” said Professor Lupin, now smiling. “I wonder, could you tell us what sort of clothes your grandmother usually wears?”
Neville looked startled, but said, “Well…always the same hat. A tall one with a stuffed vulture on top. And a long dress…green, normally…and sometimes a fox-fur scarf.”
“And a handbag?” prompted Professor Lupin.
“A big red one,” said Neville.
“Right then,” said Professor Lupin. “Can you picture those clothes very clearly, Neville? Can you see them in your mind's eye?”
“Yes,” said Neville uncertainty79, plainly wondering what was coming next.
“When the Boggart bursts out of this wardrobe, Neville, and sees you, it will assume the form of Professor Snape,” said Lupin. “And you will raise your wand — thus — and cry “Riddikulus” — and concentrate hard on your grandmother's clothes. If all goes well, Professor Boggart Snape will be forced into that vulture-topped hat, and that green dress, with that big red handbag.”
There was a great shout of laughter. The wardrobe wobbled more violently.
“If Neville is successful, the Boggart is likely to shift his attention to each of us in turn,” said Professor Lupin. “I would like all of you to take a moment now to think of the thing that scares you most, and imagine how you might force it to look comical…”
The room went quiet. Harry thought…What scared him most in the world?
His first thought was Lord Voldemort — a Voldemort returned to full strength. But before he had even started to plan a possible counterattack on a Boggart-Voldemort, a horrible image came floating to the surface of his mind.…
A rotting, glistening80 hand, slithering back beneath a black cloak…a long, rattling breath from an unseen mouth…then a cold so penetrating81 it felt like drowning…
Harry shivered, then looked around, hoping no one had noticed. Many people had their eyes shut tight. Ron was muttering to himself, “Take its legs off.” Harry was sure he knew what that was about. Ron's greatest fear was spiders.
“Everyone ready?” said Professor Lupin.
Harry felt a lurch82 of fear. He wasn't ready. How could you make a Dementor less frightening? But he didn't want to ask for more time; everyone else was nodding and rolling up their sleeves.
“Neville, we're going to back away,” said Professor Lupin. “Let you have a clear field, all right? I'll call the next person forward…Everyone back, now, so Neville can get a clear shot —”
They all retreated, backed against the walls, leaving Neville alone beside the wardrobe. He looked pale and frightened, but he had pushed up the sleeves of his robes and was holding his wand ready.
“On the count of three, Neville,” said Professor Lupin, who was pointing his own wand at the handle of the wardrobe. “One — two — three — now!”
A jet of sparks shot from the end of Professor Lupin's wand and hit the doorknob. The wardrobe burst open. Hook-nosed and menacing, Professor Snape stepped out, his eyes flashing at Neville.
Neville backed away, his wand up, mouthing wordlessly. Snape was bearing down upon him, reaching inside his robes.
“R — r — riddikulus! “ squeaked83 Neville.
There was a noise like a whip crack. Snape stumbled; he was wearing a long, lace-trimmed dress and a towering hat topped with a moth-eaten vulture, and he was swinging a huge crimson84 handbag.
There was a roar of laughter; the Boggart paused, confused, and Professor Lupin shouted, “Parvati! Forward!”
Parvati walked forward, her face set. Snape rounded on her. There was another crack, and where he had stood was a bloodstained, bandaged mummy; its sightless face was turned to Parvati and it began to walk toward her very slowly, dragging its feet, its stiff arms rising —
“Riddikulus!” cried Parvati.
A bandage unraveled at the mummy's feet; it became entangled85, fell face forward, and its head rolled off.
“Seamus!” roared Professor Lupin.
Crack! Where the mummy had been was a woman with floorlength black hair and a skeletal, green-tinged face — a banshee. She opened her mouth wide and an unearthly sound filled the room, a long, wailing87 shriek88 that made the hair on Harry's head stand on end — “Riddikulus!” shouted Seamus.
The banshee made a rasping noise and clutched her throat; her voice was gone.
Crack! The banshee turned into a rat, which chased its tail in a circle, then — crack!- became a rattlesnake, which slithered and writhed89 before — crack! — becoming a single, bloody90 eyeball.
“It's confused!” shouted Lupin. “We're getting there! Dean!”
Dean hurried forward.
Crack! The eyeball became a severed91 hand, which flipped92 over and began to creep along the floor like a crab9.
“Riddikulus!” yelled Dean.
There was a snap, and the hand was trapped in a mousetrap.
“Excellent! Ron, you next!”
Ron leapt forward.
Crack!
Quite a few people screamed. A giant spider, six feet tall and covered in hair, was advancing on Ron, clicking its pincers menacingly. For a moment, Harry thought Ron had frozen. Then —
“Riddikulus!” bellowed93 Ron, and the spider's legs vanished; it rolled over and over; Lavender Brown squealed94 and ran out of its way and it came to a halt at Harry's feet. He raised his wand, ready, but —
“Here!” shouted Professor Lupin suddenly, hurrying forward. Crack!
The legless spider had vanished. For a second, everyone looked wildly around to see where it was. Then they saw a silvery-white orb95 hanging in the air in front of Lupin, who said, “Riddikulus!” almost lazily.
Crack!
“Forward, Neville, and finish him off!” said Lupin as the Boggart landed on the floor as a cockroach96. Crack! Snape was back. This time Neville charged forward looking determined97.
“Riddikulus!” he shouted, and they had a split second's view of Snape in his lacy dress before Neville let out a great “Ha!” of laughter, and the Boggart exploded, burst into a thousand tiny wisps of smoke, and was gone.
“Excellent!” cried Professor Lupin as the class broke into applause. “Excellent, Neville. Well done, everyone…Let me see…five points to Gryffindor for every person to tackle the Boggart — ten for Neville because he did it twice…and five each to Hermione and Harry.”
“But I didn't do anything,” said Harry.
“You and Hermione answered my questions correctly at the start of the class, Harry,” Lupin said lightly. “Very well, everyone, an excellent lesson. Homework, kindly98 read the chapter on Boggarts and summarize it for me…to be handed in on Monday. That will be all.”
Talking excitedly, the class left the staffroom. Harry, however, wasn't feeling cheerful. Professor Lupin had deliberately99 stopped him from tackling the Boggart. Why? Was it because he'd seen Harry collapse100 on the train, and thought he wasn't up to much? Had he thought Harry would pass out again?
But no one else seemed to have noticed anything.
“Did you see me take that banshee?” shouted Seamus.
“And the hand!” said Dean, waving his own around.
“And Snape in that hat!”
“And my mummy!”
“I wonder why Professor Lupin's frightened of crystal balls?” said Lavender thoughtfully.
“That was the best Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson we've ever had, wasn't it?” said Ron excitedly as they made their way back to the classroom to get their bags.
“He seems like a very good teacher,” said Hermione approvingly. “But I wish I could have had a turn with the Boggart —”
“What would it have been for you?” said Ron, sniggering. “A piece of homework that only got nine out of ten?”
直到星期二早上，马尔夫才在班里出现，那时候史林德林和格林并顿的学生正在上药剂课，他昂着挺胸地走进来，右手还用绷带缠着吊在脖子下，装模作样的，正如哈利所说的一样，像从战场中回来的英雄一般。
“马尔夫，你觉得怎样？”克来伯傻笑着问，“伤得很严重吗？”
“是的。”马尔夫作了勇敢的鬼脸说，当哈利看他时，他正向克来伯和高尔打眼色。
“坐好了，坐好了。”史纳皮教授说。
哈利和罗思互相皱了一下眉头。史纳皮教授不应该说“坐下”
的，因为他迟到了，应该要留堂的。但是马尔夫总能在史纳皮教授的课上为所欲为的，史纳皮教授是史林德林的领导，他肯定站在他的学生那边的。
他们今天在制造一种新的药剂，是收缩药，马尔夫就在哈利旁边坐下来，所以他们就在同一张桌子上准备着药物成分。
“老师，”马尔夫喊，“老师，我需要人帮我把这菊花根切开，因为我的手臂——”
“威斯里，你帮马尔夫切那些根。”史纳皮教授头也不抬地说。
罗恩的脸变成砖红色。
“你的手根本就没问题。”他对马尔夫愤怒地说。
马尔夫向罗恩轻蔑地笑着。
“威斯里，你没听到史纳皮教授说吗？切开这些根！”
罗恩拿起刀，把马尔夫的根拉到他面前，粗糙地切下来，每一块大小都不同。
“教授，”马尔夫懒洋洋地说，“威斯里正在催残我的根。”
史纳皮教授走到他们的桌子前，眼睛从那钩鼻子看下去，狠狠地对罗恩笑了一下。
“威斯里，你跟马尔夫交换根。”
“但是，老师——”
罗恩用了一刻钟的时间才把根切成大小相等的一块块。
“现在！”史纳皮教授用很威胁性的语气说。
罗恩把他那些切得很漂亮的根推给对面的马尔夫，然后又拿起刀切起根来。
“还有，老师，我要把这种化里弗格去皮。”马尔夫说，声音里充满了轻蔑的笑。
“波特，你帮马尔夫把那化里弗格去皮吧。”史纳皮教授说着向哈利讨厌地瞪了一眼。
哈利拿起马尔夫的化里弗格，这时罗恩正在努力地把切坏的根切好来自己用。
哈利二话没说飞快地削着化里弗格，然后把它扔过去，马尔夫显得更加傲慢了。
“你们近来有没见那白痴哈格力吗？”他静静地问。
“不关你的事。”罗恩冲动地说，他头也没抬。
“我想他再也不能当老师了，”马尔夫假装伤痛地说，“我爸爸知道我受伤了很不高兴——”
“马尔夫，你再说，我就真的打伤你。”罗恩顶撞过去。
“已经向学校领导报告了，那有魔法总部，你知道了，我爸爸很有影响力的，这么严重的伤——”他夸张地叹了一声，“谁知道我的手是否永远会这样呢？”
“那为什么你要说出来，”哈利生气地说着，他不小心弄死了一条小虫，因为他的手一直在颤动着，“并且努力让哈格力被解雇。”
“嗯，”马尔夫放低音量说，“部分原因是因为你，但是还有其他目的，罗恩，帮我把毛毛虫切开。”
一会儿后，尼维尔有麻烦了，尼维尔上药剂课时不时缺席，这是他学得最差劲的课，还有他对史纳皮教授的畏惧使到事情更糟糕。
他的药，本来应该是明亮，酸绿色的，现在变成——“橙色了，尼维尔，”史纳皮教授说着舀取一些上来是倒到桌子匕，好让全班人都看到。“橙色，告诉我，孩子，你脑袋是有问题吗？
你没听到我清楚说只需要放一个老鼠脾脏吗？难道我没有清楚地说一滴水蛭汁就够了吗？我应该怎样说你才能明白呀，尼维尔？“
尼维尔红着脸战栗着，看上去他在努力忍着不让眼泪流下来。
“老师，请求你，”荷米恩说，“请求你，让我帮帮尼维尔，做好它——”
“我忘了曾叫过你不炫耀，格林佐小姐，”史纳皮教授冷冷地说，荷米恩像尼维尔一样脸红了。“尼维尔，下课后我们把你做的药剂喂点给那癞蛤蟆吃，看看会发生什么。也许那样会让你做得好点。”
史纳皮教授走开了，尼维尔吓得不敢呼吸。
“帮帮我！”他对荷米恩恳求地说。
“嗨，哈利，”谢默斯伸过去借哈利的铜称子，“你有没有听到，今天的《先知日报》——他们承认有人见过西里斯。巴拉克了。”
“在哪里？”哈利和罗恩急忙问。桌子的另一边，马尔夫抬起头仔细地听着。
“离这里不远的地方，”谢墨斯有点兴奋地说，“是一个非魔界的人看到的。
当然她不全懂，人们都认为他只是普通的罪犯而已，对吗？因此，她打热线报告，等到魔法部的人赶到那里，他已经走了。“
“离这里不远……”罗恩重复说，他有意地看了哈利一眼，他转过去看到马尔夫细细地听着，“怎么，马尔夫，还有什么要去皮的？”
但是马尔夫的眼恶毒地闪着，紧紧地盯着哈利，他倾着身子问哈利。
“波特，打算单身匹马捉拿巴拉克吗？”
“是的，对了。”哈利不客气地说。
马尔夫薄薄的嘴扁了一下，卑鄙地笑笑。
“当然，如果是我，”他慢慢地说，“我一早就采取行动了。才不会躲在学校里做好孩子呢，我会出去找他的。”
“马尔夫，你在说什么呀？”罗恩粗鲁地说。
“波特，你不知道吗？”马尔夫眯着眼睛气呼呼地说。
“知道什么？”
马尔夫发出蔑视的低沉的笑声。
“你可能要留着头，”他说，“想留给得蒙特，对吗？但是如果是我，我要报仇，我会反过来找他的。”
“你在说什么鬼呀？”哈利生气地说，但那个时候史纳皮教授喊，“你们都把成分弄好了吧。这药剂首先要炖了，才能喝的。我们先把它收拾起来，然后来测试一下尼维尔的……”
克来伯和高尔大笑起来，看着尼维尔使劲地搅抖那药剂，为了不让史纳皮教授看见，荷米恩用嘴角细声告诉他怎样做，哈利和罗恩把未用到的东西放到一边，然后去洗手，之后站在墙角的石盘子旁边。
“马尔夫说的什么意思啊？”哈利低声对罗思说，他把手放在从一个怪人像的口里流出来的冰冻的液体下。“我为什么要向巴拉克报仇？他还没伤害我呢？”
“他在乱说，”罗恩暴躁地说，“他想让你做些蠢事……”
快下课了，史纳皮教授走到尼维尔身旁，他正在桌子旁边发抖。
“大家都过来了，”史纳皮教授眨着黑眼睛说，“来看看尼维尔的蛤蟆会怎么样。如果他成功地做出退缩剂的话，它会退缩成一只蝌蚪的。如果不是，我敢肯定他做错了，那蛤蟆就会被毒死的。”
格利芬顿的人都担心地看着，史林德林的学生却很兴奋，史纳皮教授用右手抓住癞蛤蟆，用小舀子舀了一些尼维尔的药剂，那药剂现在是青色的，他把药剂滴进癞蛤蟆的喉咙里。
癞蛤蟆吞下去了，班里一片安静。然后就是砰的一声，癞蛤蟆在史纳皮教授的手掌里变成了蝌蚪了。
格利芬顿的学生响起了热烈的掌声，史纳皮教授看上去很失望的样子，他从衣袋里拿出一个小瓶，在癞蛤模身上滴见满，它又重新变回原形了。
“格利芬顿扣五分，”史纳皮教授这么一说，笑容从他们脸上消失了。“格林佐小姐，我叫你不要帮他的。下课！”
哈利，罗恩和荷米恩上楼梯到了入口大堂，哈利还在想马尔夫的话，而罗恩则在埋怨史纲皮教授。
“因为药剂做成功而扣五分！你为什么不撒谎呢，荷米恩？你应该说都是尼维尔一个人做的嘛。”
荷术恩没有回答，罗恩四周看看。
“她在哪里？”
哈利也转过身，他们已经在阶梯的顶部了，看着班上的其他人从他们身边走过，向大厅走去。
“她刚才在我们后面的。”罗恩不满地说。
马尔夫走在克来估和高尔中间，经过他们时，他向哈利蔑视地扫了一眼然后消失了。
“她在那儿。”哈利说。
荷术恩迅速上阶梯，一手拿着她的书包，一手在衣服里藏些什么，喘着气向他们走过来。
“你刚才是怎么做的？”罗恩说。
“什么呀？”荷米恩走过来了。
“一分钟前你就在我们后面，一分钟后又在阶级下面了。”
“什么？”荷米恩看上去有点迷惑，“哦，我刚才要回去拿东西，噢，不……”
“你为什么总是带着这么多书？”罗恩问她。
“你应该知道我有多少课上吧，”荷米恩喘着气说，“帮我拿着这些，行吗？”
“但是——”罗恩翻着她递给他的书的封面说，“但是你今天没有这些科目呀。
下午只是上黑巫术防御课。“
“噢，是的，”荷米恩模糊地说，但是她还是把书往书包里塞，“我希望今天中午有好吃的，我快饿坏了。”她加了一句，然后向大厅大步走去。
“你觉得荷米恩隐瞒着我们什么吗？”罗恩问哈利。
他们到课堂来上第一节黑巫术防御课，露平教授还未到，他们都坐下来，拿出书本、羽毛笔和羊皮纸后，就在那里谈话，直到教授进来课堂。露平教授微笑着放下他旧木箱在桌子上。他还是穿得那样蹩脚，他看上去比在火车时健康，好像吃过几顿大餐一样。
“下午好，”他说，“请把书都放回书包里，今天上实践课。你们只用魔杖就行了。”
大家都好奇地互相望望，然后把书都收起来，他们从没有上过黑巫术防御课的实践课的，除了去年那次难忘的课，那年老师拿了一笼小精灵来，并把他们放出来。
“好了，”露平教授看到他们都弄好了就说，“请跟着我来。”
大家都又疑又感兴趣地站起来，跟着露平教授走出课堂。他带领他们走过一条宁静的走廊，转过一个角，他们首先看到的是调皮鬼皮维斯，他正在半空中浮上浮下地用香口胶塞住一个个锁匙孔。
直到露平教授距他两尺，他才抬起头，然后摆动他那弯曲的脚，放开喉咙唱起来。
“笨蛋，笨蛋，露平，”皮维斯唱着，“笨蛋，笨蛋，露平，笨蛋，笨蛋，露平——”
虽然皮维斯一直都是不正经又粗鲁，但他通常都很尊重老师的。
大家都看着露平教授，看他怎样对待他。让大家奇怪的是，他仍然微笑着。
“皮维斯，如果我是你，我宁愿把那香口糖拿出孔，”他和蔼地说，“费驰先生的扫帚是扫不到那里的。”
费弛是霍格瓦彻的校监，他是一个脾气暴躁的巫师，经常跟学生吵起来，尤其是皮维斯，但是皮维斯没理会露平教授只是吹了一个响亮的口哨。
露平教授轻轻地叹了口气，拿出一支魔杖。
“这是有用的咒语，”他转过头来对学生说，“请仔细看好。”
他把魔杖举到肩膀的高度，说，“和得卫士。”然后指向皮维斯。
钥匙孔的那小块香口糖带着子弹般的速度飞出来，直接打在皮维斯的左鼻孔上，他旋转一下，然后骂着走开了。
“老师，真厉害。”汤姆斯惊喜地说。
“谢谢你，汤姆斯，”露平教授把魔杖移开，“我们开始了，好吗？”
他们又向前走，他们都看着穿得破旧的露平教授、充满了敬佩。
他领着他们走进第二条走廊然后停下来，就在教工室门外。
“请进来。”露平教授打开门，站在外面说。
这教工室是一间很长，嵌着窗格的房间，里面尽是旧和破的凳子。只有史纳皮教授教授坐在一张矮矮的扶手椅子上，看着这班同学走进来，他的眼睛发亮，嘴做出很蔑视的样子。露平教授走进来关上门的时候，史纳皮教授说，“它在衣柜里，露平，我不想留在这里。”
他站起来，大步穿过这班学生，走到门口时他转身说：“可能没有人提醒你吧，露平，这班人中的尼维尔，我建议你你不要教他做准一点的事，除非让格林佐小姐在他耳朵小声地教他。”
尼维尔脸红了，哈利瞪了史纳皮教授一眼，他在自己的课堂上欺负尼维尔已经够过分了，还要在其他老师面前这样做。
露平教授的眉毛向上一抬。
“我希望在第一阶段的手术上尼维尔可以帮帮我，”他说，“我敢肯定他会很出色的完成的。”
尼维尔的脸更加红了，史纳皮教授扁扁嘴，但走开了，“砰”的一声关上门。
“不要担心，”露平教授镇定地说，因为有几个同学被吓得后退几步，“那边有一个布格特。”
大多数同学的确在担心有事发生，尼维尔惊恐地看了露平教授一眼，还有谢默斯忧虑地看着还在嘎嘎响的门。
“布格特黑暗的空间，”露平教授说，“在衣柜里，床下的空隙，水槽下面的厨柜——我曾看它在我祖父的钟里过，而这只是昨天才拿到的，我问校长是否可以让我拿来给三年级学生上实践课。”
“因此，我们首先要问自己，什么是布格特。”
荷米恩举起手。
“它是会变形的，”她说，“一定变成它认为最能吓倒我们的东西。”
“让我来更仔细地讲讲，”露平教授说，荷米恩睁大眼睛，“所以，布格特在黑暗时并没有什么特定的形状的，他还不知道什么形状才能吓到门外那边的人，没有人知道布格特在单独的时候是什么形状的，但是一旦把他放出来，他立即就能变成最能吓倒我们的形状了。”
“那意味着，”露平教授故意不理会尼维尔惊慌的样子说，“我们开始前比起布格特有一大优势，你看出来了吗，哈利？”
哈利正想跟他身边的荷米恩回答这问题，但是荷术恩正在拍打她脚下的球，一幅茫然的样子，但是哈利想试一试。
“嗯——因为我们人太多，它不知道怎样的形状才最恐怖？”
“非常正确，”露平教授说，而荷米恩放下手，有点失望的样子，“当你要对付一只布格特的时候，最好找一个伴，他会糊途的，该用什么形状呢，一具无头的尸体还是吃人的蛞蝓呢？我曾见过一只布格特犯了一个大错——他想同时吓倒两个人而变成半条蛞蝓，谁知一点都不恐怖。”
“战胜布格特有一个很简单的方法，但是要求意志力，你知道，布格特最怕的就是笑，你要努力去想一些你认为很搞笑的东西的形状。”
“我们先用魔杖来实验一下，请跟着我……雷得克路斯！”
“雷得克路斯！”全班一同说。
“好，”露平教授说，“很好，但那只是很容易的一步。你们都知道，就这一句是不够的。而这里就需要你了，尼维尔。”
那衣柜又摇了一下，虽然没有尼维尔摇得厉害，他正像走向地狱般地向前走来。
“对了，尼维尔，”露平教授说，“首先，请你把你最怕的东西讲出来。”
尼维尔的唇动了动，但没有声音出来。
“尼维尔，对不起，你没听到吗？”露平教授兴高采烈地说。
尼维尔畏惧地看着周围，好像在向谁求救一样，然后几乎像跟自己讲一样说，“史纳皮教授。”
几乎所有人都笑了，就连尼维尔也不好意思地裂开嘴笑，但是，露平教授却是意味深长的样子。
“史纳皮教授，嗨……尼维尔，我想，你跟你祖母一起住的？”
“嗯——是的，”尼维尔紧张地说，“但是，我也不想布格持变成她的样子。”
“不，不，你误会找了，”露平教授微笑地说，“我在想，你可以告诉大家你祖母通常穿什么样的衣服吗？”
尼维尔看上去有很惊恐，但他说，“哦……总是那顶帽，一项高高的，上面有一支羽毛笔的帽，还有一件长长的衣服，通常是青色的……还有有时候戴狐狸毛的围巾。”
“还有一个手袋？”露平教授提醒说。
“一个红色的手袋。”尼维尔说。
“那就对了，”露平教授说，“你可以想出那些衣服吗？尼维尔，你可以在脑海中看到那些衣服吗？”
“是的，”尼维尔不太肯定地说，在想下步会怎么样。
“当布格特从衣柜里跳出来看到你时，尼维尔，它会变成史纳皮教授的样子。”
露平说，“你就抬起你的魔杖——这样——然后大喊，‘雷得克路斯’。——然后努力想你祖母的衣服，如果做得好，史纳皮教授就会被迫变成那羽毛笔顶的帽，青色的衣服，那红色的手袋。”
一阵大笑传来了，衣柜强烈地摆动着。
“如果尼维尔成功了，布格特很可能把注意力转向我们，”露平教授说，“我想你们都来想想什么最容易吓倒你们，然后想想怎么样才能使它看上去搞笑点……”
房间安静下来了，哈利想……什么最能吓到他呢？
他首先想到福尔的摩特，一个充满力量的福尔的摩特，但是他还未想怎样对付福尔的摩特时，一个恐怖的头像在他脑海出现了……
一只腐烂的，发光的手，滑进大衣下面……在无形的口里面的长长的，嘎嘎响的呼吸。……像要溺死的刺骨的寒意……
哈利打了个战颤，然后向四周看看，希望没有人注意到他，很多人都紧闭上眼睛，罗恩在自言自语，“八只脚，”哈利很肯定知道他在想什么，罗恩最怕的是蜘蛛。
“都好了吗？”露平教授问。
哈利突然慌，他还没准备好呢，怎样才让一个得蒙特不那么吓人呢？但他不想叫教授等等，所有人都点点头，然后卷起衣袖。
“尼维尔，我们要开始了，”露平教授说，“让开一点，好吗？我叫下一个人跟着，你们先后退，好了，让尼维尔有空间准备。”
他们都后退了，靠墙站着，让尼维尔一个人对着衣柜，他脸色苍白，害怕极了，但他已经卷起袖子举起魔杖。
“尼维尔，我要数三下，”露平教授用魔杖指着衣柜的把手，“一——二——三——出来！”
露平教授的魔杖端发出砰的一声音，衣柜裂开了。带着弯弯鼻子的史纳皮教授走出来了，他的眼睛在尼维尔身上扫来扫去。
尼维尔退后了一步，他举着魔杖，张开嘴说不出话来，史纳皮教授向他逼近，手伸向他的衣服。
“雷——雷——雷得克路斯！”尼维尔大声喊。
一阵鞭子抽打的声音传来，史纳皮教授绊了一下，他现在穿着一件长长的，吊着带子的衣服，一顶高高的帽子，上面有一支吃飞蛾的鹰的毛，他手上吊着一个大大的红色的手袋。
大家疯狂地笑着，尼维尔迷惑地顿了一下，露平教授大声喊，“帕维提，向前走。”
帕维提向前走了几步，她的脸凝住了，史纳皮教授向她转过身，又传来砰的一声，他变成了～具滴着血缠着绷带的木乃伊，模糊不清的股转向帐维提，然后一步一步向她逼近，它的手抬起来，——“雷得克路斯！”帕维提说。
一条绷带绊住那木乃伊的脚，它绊倒了，脸向前，头滚了出去。
“谢默斯！”露平教授说。
谢默斯迅速赶过帕维提。
砰！然后那木乃伊变成了一个头发垂到地上的女人，一个露骨的青色的脸——一个女妖精，她的嘴张得很大，怪异的声音传遍了整个房间，延长的惨哭声让哈利的头发都竖起来了。
“雷得克路斯！”谢默斯大喊。
那女妖精发出刺耳的声音，用手拧着喉咙，她的声音忽然消失了。
砰！那女妖精变成一只老鼠，转着圈在追逐自己的尾巴，然后——一砰！——变成一条响尾蛇，在前面爬动，盘缠着，砰！成了一个带血的眼球。
“够了，”露平喊，“汤姆斯，你继续。”
汤姆斯迅速走上去。
砰！那眼球变成一只可怜的手，在地上滑动着，开始像一只蟹一般爬。
“雷得克路斯！”汤姆斯大喊。
一声爆裂的声响，那只手变成一个捕鼠器。
“太好了，罗恩，你跟着。”
罗恩向前跃。
砰！
很多人都尖叫起来，是一只大蜘蛛，六尺高，装满了毛，一直向罗恩走过去，那蜘蛛脚很恐怖地爬动着，好一会儿，哈利以为罗恩呆了，然后——“雷得克路斯！”
罗恩大喊，蜘蛛的腿不见了，它一直地滚着，拉温德。布朗尖叫着跑开了，它滚到哈利脚边停下来。他举起魔杖，准备着，但是——“这里！”露平教授突然大声说，立即向前走。
砰！
没有脚的蜘蛛不见了。好一会儿，大家都在看它去了哪里，然后大家看到一个银白色的球在露平前面出现。露平也在念着“雷得克路斯。”
砰！
“向前走，尼维尔，把它收拾！”露平说着。这时候，布格特在地上变成了一只蟑螂，砰！史纳皮教授又出现了，这次尼维尔坚定地向前走向他。
“雷得克路斯！”他大喊，一刹那间，史纳皮教授又穿上那搞笑的衣服。尼维尔刚刚发出“哈”一声大笑，布格特爆开，成为成千上万个小小的烟缕，然后消失了。
“很好！”露平教授大喊，全班都鼓起掌声，“非常好，尼维尔做得很好，同学们，让我看……给处理过布格特的每个人加五分，给尼维尔加十分，因为他做了两次，还有荷米恩和哈利各五分。”
“但是我都没做些什么。”哈利说。
“你和荷米恩在开始上课时正确地回答了我的问题了，哈利。”露平轻轻地说，“很好，同学们，这节课上得很好，功课是认真读关于布格特的章节，给我总结一下……星期一交上来，下课！”
同学们一边高兴地说话一边离开职工室，但是哈利却不是很高兴。露平教授故意避免让他玩布格特，因为什么呢？是因为他曾见到哈利在火车上晕倒了，怕他承受不了？他怕哈利又晕倒？
但其他人都没有注意到些什么。
“你看到女妖精吗？”谢默斯大声喊。
“还有那只手！”汤姆斯挥着自己的手说。
“还有史纳皮教授的帽子！”
“还有那木乃伊！”
“真奇怪怎么露平教授害怕那晶莹的小球呢？”拉温德深思般说道。
“那是我上过的防黑巫术御最高兴的一节了，是吗？”罗恩在回课室拿书包的路上兴奋地说。
“他的确是一位很好的老师，”荷米恩赞许地说，“但我真希望也轮到我玩玩那布格特——”
“那会是什么呢？”罗恩吃吃地笑着说，“是功课以十分为满分你拿了九分？”
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acting
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crab
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detention
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leech
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feverishly
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tadpole
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trickled
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gulped
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seething
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crammed
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vaguely
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quills
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briefcase
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filch
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bad-tempered
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pointed
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nostril
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amazement
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doorway
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scarlet
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| vi.累倒；昏倒；倒塌；塌陷 | |
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