The story of Fred and George's flight to freedom was retold so often over the next few days that Harry1 could tell it would soon become the stuff of Hogwart's legend: within a week, even those who had been eye-witnesses were half-convinced they had seen the twins dive-bomb Umbridge on their brooms and pelt2 her with Dungbombs before zooming3 out of the doors. In the immediate4 aftermath of their departure there was a great wave of talk about copying them. Harry frequently heard students saying things like, ‘Honestly, some days I just feel like jumping on my broom and leaving this place,’ or else, ‘One more lesson like that and I might just do a Weasley.’
Fred and George had made sure nobody was likely to forget them too soon. For one thing, they had not left instructions on how to remove the swamp that now filled the corridor on the fifth floor of the east wing. Umbridge and Filch5 had been observed trying different means of removing it but without success. Eventually, the area was roped off and Filch, gnashing his teeth furiously, was given the task of punting students across it to their classrooms. Harry was certain that teachers like McGonagall or Flitwick could have removed the swamp in an instant but, just as in the case of Fred and George's Wildfire Whiz-bangs, they seemed to prefer to watch Umbridge struggle.
Then there were the two large broom-shaped holes in Umbridge's office door, through which Fred and George's Cleansweeps had smashed to rejoin their masters. Filch fitted a new door and removed Harry's Firebolt to the dungeons6 where, it was rumoured7, Umbridge had set an armed security troll to guard it. However, her troubles were far from over.
Inspired by Fred and George's example, a great number of students were now vying8 for the newly vacant positions of Troublemakers-in-Chief. In spite of the new door, somebody managed to slip a hairy-snouted Niffler into Umbridge's office, which promptly9 tore the place apart in its search for shiny objects, leapt on Umbridge when she entered and tried to gnaw10 the rings off her stubby fingers. Dungbombs and Stink11 Pellets were dropped so frequently in the corridors that it became the new fashion for students to perform Bubble-Head Charms on themselves before leaving lessons, which ensured them a supply of fresh air, even though it gave them all the peculiar12 appearance of wearing upside-down goldfish bowls on their heads.
Filch prowled the corridors with a horsewhip ready in his hands, desperate to catch miscreants13, but the problem was that there were now so many of them he never knew which way to turn. The Inquisitorial Squad14 was attempting to help him, but odd things kept happening to its members. Warrington of the Slytherin Quidditch team reported to the hospital wing with a horrible skin complaint that made him look as though he had been coated in cornflakes; Pansy Parkinson, to Hermione's delight, missed all her lessons the following day as she had sprouted15 antlers.
Meanwhile, it became clear just how many Skiving Snackboxes Fred and George had managed to sell before leaving Hogwarts. Umbridge only had to enter her classroom for the students assembled there to faint, vomit16, develop dangerous fevers or else spout17 blood from both nostrils18. Shrieking19 with rage and frustration20, she attempted to trace the mysterious symptoms to their source, but the students told her stubbornly they were suffering from ‘Umbridge—itis'. After putting four successive classes in detention21 and failing to discover their secret, she was forced to give up and allow the bleeding, swooning, sweating and vomiting22 students to leave her classes in droves.
But not even the users of the Snackboxes could compete with that master of chaos23, Peeves24, who seemed to have taken Fred's parting words deeply to heart. Cackling madly, he soared through the school, upending tables, bursting out of blackboards, toppling statues and vases; twice he shut Mrs. Norris inside a suit of armour25, from which she was rescued, yowling loudly, by the furious caretaker. Peeves smashed lanterns and snuffed out candles, juggled26 burning torches over the heads of screaming students, caused neatly27 stacked piles of parchment to topple into fires or out of windows; flooded the second floor when he pulled off all the taps in the bathrooms, dropped a bag of tarantulas in the middle of the Great Hall during breakfast and, whenever he fancied a break, spent hours at a time floating along after Umbridge and blowing loud raspberries every time she spoke28.
None of the staff but Filch seemed to be stirring themselves to help her. Indeed, a week after Fred and George's departure Harry witnessed Professor McGonagall walking right past Peeves, who was determinedly30 loosening a crystal chandelier, and could have sworn he heard her tell the poltergeist out of the corner of her mouth, ‘It unscrews the other way.’
To cap matters, Montague had still not recovered from his sojourn32 in the toilet; he remained confused and disorientated and his parents were to be observed one Tuesday morning striding up the front drive, looking extremely angry.
‘Should we say something?’ said Hermione in a worried voice, pressing her cheek against the Charms window so that she could see Mr. and Mrs. Montague marching inside. ‘About what happened to him? In case it helps Madam Pomfrey cure him?’
‘Course not, he'll recover,’ said Ron indifferently.
‘Anyway, more trouble for Umbridge, isn't it?’ said Harry in a satisfied voice.
He and Ron both tapped the teacups they were supposed to be charming with their wands. Harry's spouted33 four very short legs that could not reach the desk and wriggled34 pointlessly in midair. Ron's grew four very thin spindly legs that hoisted35 the cup off the desk with great difficulty, trembled for a few seconds, then folded, causing the cup to crack into two.
‘Reparo,’ said Hermione quickly, mending Ron's cup with a wave of her wand. ‘That's all very well, but what if Montague's permanently36 injured?’
‘Who cares?’ said Ron irritably37, while his teacup stood up drunkenly again, trembling violently at the knees. ‘Montague shouldn't have tried to take all those points from Gryffindor, should he? If you want to worry about anyone, Hermione, worry about me!’
‘You?’ she said, catching38 her teacup as it scampered39 happily away across the desk on four sturdy little willow-patterned legs, and replacing it in front of her. ‘Why should I be worried about you?’
‘When Mum's next letter finally gets through Umbridge's screening process,’ said Ron bitterly, now holding his cup up while its frail40 legs tried feebly to support its weight, ‘I'm going to be in deep trouble. I wouldn't be surprised if she's sent another Howler.’
‘But—’
‘It'll be my fault Fred and George left, you wait,’ said Ron darkly. ‘She'll say I should've stopped them leaving, I should've grabbed the ends of their brooms and hung on or something ... yeah, it'll be all my fault.’
‘Well, if she doe's say that it'll be very unfair, you couldn't have done anything! But I'm sure she won't, I mean, if it's really true they've got premises41 in Diagon Alley42, they must have been planning this for ages.’
‘Yeah, but that's another thing, how did they get premises?’ said Ron, hitting his teacup so hard with his wand that its legs collapsed43 again and it lay twitching44 before him. ‘It's a bit dodgy, isn't it? They'll need loads of Galleons45 to afford the rent on a place in Diagon Alley. She'll want to know what they've been up to, to get their hands on that sort of gold.’
‘Well, yes, that occurred to me, too,’ said Hermione, allowing her teacup to jog in neat little circles around Harry's, whose stubby little legs were still unable to touch the desktop46, ‘I've been wondering whether Mundungus has persuaded them to sell stolen goods or something awful.’
‘He hasn't,’ said Harry curtly47.
‘How do you know?’ said Ron and Hermione together.
‘Because—’ Harry hesitated, but the moment to confess finally seemed to have come. There was no good to be gained in keeping silent if it meant anyone suspected that Fred and George were criminals. ‘Because they got the gold from me. I gave them my Triwizard winnings last June.’
There was a shocked silence, then Hermione's teacup jogged right over the edge of the desk and smashed on the floor.
‘Oh, Harry, you didn't!’ she said.
‘Yes, I did,’ said Harry mutinously49. ‘And I don't regret it, either. I didn't need the gold and they'll be great at running a joke shop.’
‘But this is excellent!’ said Ron, looking thrilled. ‘It's all your fault, Harry—Mum can't blame me at all! Can I tell her?’
‘Yeah, I suppose you'd better,’ said Harry dully, ’ ‘specially if she thinks they're receiving stolen cauldrons or something.’
Hermione said nothing at all for the rest of the lesson, but Harry had a shrewd suspicion that her self-restraint was bound to crack before long. Sure enough, once they had left the castle for break and were standing50 around in the weak May sunshine, she fixed51 Harry with a beady eye and opened her mouth with a determined31 air.
Harry interrupted her before she had even started.
‘It's no good nagging52 me, it's done,’ he said firmly. ‘Fred and George have got the gold— spent a good bit of it, too, by the sounds of it—and I can't get it back from them and I don't want to. So save your breath, Hermione.’
‘I wasn't going to say anything about Fred and George!’ she said in an injured voice.
Ron snorted disbelievingly and Hermione threw him a very dirty look.
‘No, I wasn't!’ she said angrily. ‘As a matter of fact, I was going to ask Harry when he's going to go back to Snape and ask for more Occlumency lessons!’
Harry's heart sank. Once they had exhausted53 the subject of Fred and George's dramatic departure, which admittedly had taken many hours, Ron and Hermione had wanted to hear news of Sirius. As Harry had not confided54 in them the reason he had wanted to talk to Sirius in the first place, it had been hard to think of what to tell them; he had ended up saying, truthfully, that Sirius wanted Harry to resume Occlumency lessons. He had been regretting this ever since; Hermione would not let the subject drop and kept reverting55 to it when Harry least expected it.
‘You can't tell me you've stopped having funny dreams,’ Hermione said now, ‘because Ron told me you were muttering in your sleep again last night.’
Harry threw Ron a furious look. Ron had the grace to look ashamed of himself.
‘You were only muttering a bit,’ he mumbled56 apologetically. ‘Something about “just a bit further".’
‘I dreamed I was watching you lot play Quidditch,’ Harry lied brutally57. ‘I was trying to get you to stretch out a bit further to grab the Quaffle.’
Ron's ears went red. Harry felt a kind of vindictive58 pleasure; he had not, of course, dreamed anything of the sort.
Last night, he had once again made the journey along the Department of Mysteries corridor. He had passed through the circular room, then the room full of clicking and dancing light, until he found himself again inside that cavernous room full of shelves on which were ranged dusty glass spheres.
He had hurried straight towards row number ninety-seven, turned left and run along it ... it had probably been then that he had spoken aloud ... just a bit further ... for he felt his conscious self struggling to wake ... and before he had reached the end of the row, he had found himself lying in bed again, gazing up at the canopy59 of his four-poster.
‘You are trying to block your mind, aren't you?’ said. Hermione, looking beadily at Harry. ‘You are keeping going with your Occlumency?’
‘Of course I am,’ said Harry, trying to sound as though this question was insulting, but not quite meeting her eye. The truth was he was so intensely curious about what was hidden in that room full of dusty orbs60, that he was quite keen for the dreams to continue.
The problem was that with just under a month to go until the exams and every free moment devoted61 to revision, his mind seemed so saturated62 with information when he went to bed he found it very difficult to get to sleep at all; and when he did, his overwrought brain presented him most nights with stupid dreams about the exams. He also suspected that part of his mind—the part that often spoke in Hermione's voice—now felt guilty on the occasions it strayed down that corridor ending in the black door, and sought to wake him before he could reach the journey's end.
‘You know,’ said Ron, whose ears were still flaming red, ‘if Montague doesn't recover before Slytherin play Hufflepuff, we might be in with a chance of winning the Cup.’
‘Yeah, I s'pose so,’ said Harry, glad of a change of subject.
‘I mean, we've won one, lost one—if Slytherin lose to Hufflepuff next Saturday—’
‘Yeah, that's right,’ said Harry, losing track of what he was agreeing to. Cho Chang had just walked across the courtyard, determinedly not looking at him.
The final match of the Quidditch season, Gryffindor versus63 Ravenclaw, was to take place on the last weekend of May. Although Slytherin had been narrowly defeated by Hufflepuff in their last match, Gryffindor were not daring to hope for victory, due mainly (though of course nobody said it to him) to Ron's abysmal64 goal-keeping record. He, however, seemed to have found a new optimism.
‘I mean, I can't get any worse, can I?’ he told Harry and Hermione grimly over breakfast on the morning of the match. ‘Nothing to lose now, is there?’
‘You know,’ said Hermione, as she and Harry walked down to the pitch a little later in the midst of a very excitable crowd, ‘I think Ron might do better without Fred and George around. They never exactly gave him a lot of confidence.’
Luna Lovegood overtook them with what appeared to be a live eagle perched on top of her head.
‘Oh, gosh, I forgot!’ said Hermione, watching the eagle flapping its wings as Luna walked serenely65 past a group of cackling and pointing Slytherins. ‘Cho will be playing, won't she?’
Harry, who had not forgotten this, merely grunted66.
They found seats in the topmost row of the stands. It was a fine, ckar day; Ron could not wish for better, and Harry found himself hoping against hope that Ron would not give the Slytherins cause for more rousing choruses of ‘Weasley is our King'.
Lee Jordan, who had been very dispirited since Fred and George had left, was commentating as usual. As the teams zoomed67 out on to the pitch he named the players with something less than his usual gusto.
‘... Bradley ... Davies ... Chang,’ he said, and Harry felt his stomach perform, less of a back flip68, more a feeble lurch69 as Cho walked out on to the pitch, her shiny black hair rippling70 in the slight breeze.He was not sure what he wanted to happen any more, except that he could not stand any more rows. Even the sight of her chatting animatedly71 to Roger Davies as they prepared to mount their brooms caused him only a slight twinge of jealousy72.
‘And they're off!’ said Lee. ‘And Davies takes the Quaffle immediately, Ravenclaw Captain Davies with the Quaffle, he dodges73 Johnson, he dodges Bell, he dodges Spinnet as well ... he's going straight for goal! He's going to shoot—and—and—’ Lee swore very loudly. ‘And he's scored.’
Harry and Hermione groaned74 with the rest of the Gryffindors. Predictably, horribly the Slytherins on the other side of the stands began to sing:
‘Weasley cannot save a thing
He cannot block a single ring ... ’
‘Harry,’ said a hoarse75 voice in Harry's ear. ‘Hermione ...’
Harry looked round and saw Hagrid's enormous bearded face sticking between the seats. Apparently76, he had squeezed his way all along the row behind, for the first- and second-years he had just passed had a ruffled77, flattened78 look about them. For some reason, Hagrid was bent79 double as though anxious not to be seen, though he was still at least four feet taller than everybody else.
‘Listen,’ he whispered, ‘can yeh come with me? Now? While ev'ryone's watchin’ the match?’
‘Er ... can't it wait, Hagrid?’ asked Harry. ‘Till the match is over?’
‘No,’ said Hagrid. ‘No, Harry, it's gotta be now ... while ev'ryone's lookin’ the other way ... please?’
Hagrid's nose was gently dripping blood. His eyes were both blackened. Harry had not seen him this close-up since his return to the school; he looked utterly80 woebegone.
‘Course,’ said Harry at once, ‘course we'll come.’
He and Hermione edged back along their row of seats, causing much grumbling81 among the students who had to stand up for them. The people in Hagrid's row were not complaining, merely attempting to make themselves as small as possible.
‘I ‘ppreciate this, you two, I really do,’ said Hagrid as they reached the stairs. He kept looking around nervously83 as they descended84 towards the lawn below. ‘I jus’ hope she doesn’ notice us goin'.’
‘You mean Umbridge?’ said Harry. ‘She won't, she's got her whole Inquisitorial Squad sitting with her, didn't you see? She must be expecting trouble at the match.’
‘Yeah, well, a bit o’ trouble wouldn’ hurt,’ said Hagrid, pausing to peer around the edge of the stands to make sure the stretch of lawn between there and his cabin was deserted86. ‘Give us more time.’
‘What is it, Hagrid?’ said Hermione, looking up at him with a concerned expression on her face as they hurried across the grass towards the edge of the Forest.
‘Yeh—yeh'll see in a mo',’ said Hagrid, looking over his shoulder as a great roar rose from the stands behind them. ‘Hey—did someone jus’ score?’
‘It'll be Ravenclaw,’ said Harry heavily.
‘Good ... good ...’ said Hagrid distractedly. ‘Tha's good ...’
They had to jog to keep up with him as he strode across the lawn, looking around with every other step. When they reached his cabin, Hermione turned automatically left towards the front door. Hagrid, however, walked straight past it into the shade of the trees on the outermost87 edge of the Forest, where he picked up a crossbow that was leaning against a tree. When he realised they were no longer with him, he turned.
‘We're goin’ in here,’ he said, jerking his shaggy head behind him.
‘Into the Forest?’ said Hermione, perplexed88.
‘Yeah,’ said Hagrid. ‘C'mon now, quick, before we're spotted89!’
Harry and Hermione looked at each other, then ducked into the cover of the trees behind Hagrid, who was already striding away from them into the green gloom, his crossbow over his arm. Harry and Hermione ran to catch up with him.
‘Hagrid, why are you armed?’ said Harry.
‘Jus’ a precaution,’ said Hagrid, shrugging his massive shoulders.
‘You didn't bring your crossbow the day you showed us the Thestrals,’ said Hermione timidly.
‘Nah, well, we weren’ goin’ in so far then,’ said Hagrid. ‘An’ anyway, tha’ was before Firenze left the Forest, wasn’ it?’
‘Why does Firenze leaving make a difference?’ asked Hermione curiously90.
’ ‘Cause the other centaurs92 are good an’ riled at me, tha's why,’ said Hagrid quietly, glancing around. ‘They used ter be—well, yeh couldn’ call ‘em friendly—but we got on all righ'. Kept ‘emselves to ‘emselves, bu’ always turned up if I wanted a word. Not any more.’
He sighed deeply.
‘Firenze said they're angry because he went to work for Dumbledore,’ Harry said, tripping on a protruding93 root because he was busy watching Hagrid's profile.
‘Yeah,’ said Hagrid heavily. ‘Well, angry doesn’ cover it. Ruddy livid. If I hadn’ stepped in, I reckon they'd've kicked Firenze ter death—’
‘They attacked him?’ said Hermione, sounding shocked.
‘Yep,’ said Hagrid gruffly, forcing his way through several low-hanging branches. ‘He had half the herd94 on to him.’
‘And you stopped it?’ said Harry, amazed and impressed. ‘By yourself?’
‘Course I did, couldn't stand by an’ watch ‘em kill ‘im, could I?’ said Hagrid. ‘Lucky I was passin', really ... an’ I'd've thought Firenze mighta remembered tha’ before he started sendin’ me stupid warnin's!’ he added hotly and unexpectedly.
Harry and Hermione looked at each other, startled, but Hagrid, scowling95, did not elaborate.
‘Anyway,’ he said, breathing a little more heavily than usud, ‘since then the other centaurs've bin85 livid with me, an’ the trouble is they've got a lot of influence in the Forest ... cleverest creatures in here.’
‘Is that why we're here, Hagrid?’ asked Hermione. ‘The centaurs?’
‘Ah, no,’ said Hagrid, shaking his head dismissively, ‘no, it's not them. Well, o’ course, they could complicate96 the problem, yeah ... but yeh'll see what I mean in a bit.’
On this incomprehensible note he fell silent and forged a little ahead, taking one stride for every three of theirs, so that they had great trouble keeping up with him.
The path was becoming increasingly overgrown and the trees grew so closely together as they walked further and further into the Forest that it was as dark as dusk. They were soon a long way past the clearing where Hagrid had shown them the Thestrals, but Harry felt no sense of unease until Hagrid stepped unexpectedly off the path and began wending his way in and out of trees towards the dark heart of the Forest.
‘Hagrid!’ said Harry, fighting his way through thickly knotted brambles, over which Hagrid had stepped with ease, and remembering very vividly97 what had happened to him on the other occasion he had stepped off the Forest path. ‘Where are we going?’
‘Bit further,’ said Hagrid over his shoulder. ‘C'mon, Harry ... we need ter keep together now.’
It was a great struggle to keep up with Hagrid, what with branches and thickets98 of thorn through which Hagrid marched as easily as if they were cobwebs, but which snagged Harry and Hermione's robes, frequently entangling99 them so severely100 that they had to stop for minutes at a time to free themselves. Harry's arms and legs were soon covered in small cuts and scratches. They were so deep in the Forest now that sometimes all Harry could see of Hagrid in the gloom was a massive dark shape ahead of him. Any sound seemed threatening in the muffled101 silence. The breaking of a twig102 echoed loudly and the tiniest rustle103 of movement, even though it might have been made by an innocent sparrow, caused Harry to peer through the gloom for a culprit. It occurred to him that he had never managed to get this far into the Forest without meeting some kind of creature; their absence struck him as rather ominous104.
‘Hagrid, would it be all right if we lit our wands?’ said Hermione quietly.
‘Er ... all righ',’ Hagrid whispered back. ‘In fact—’
He stopped suddenly and turned around; Hermione walked right into him and was knocked over backwards105. Harry caught her just before she hit the Forest floor.
‘Maybe we bes’ jus’ stop fer a momen', so I can ... fill yeh in,’ said Hagrid. ‘Before we ge’ there, like.’
‘Good!’ said Hermione, as Harry set her back on her feet. They both murmured ‘Lumos!’ and their wand-tips ignited. Hagrid's face swam through the gloom by the light of the two wavering beams and Harry saw again that he looked nervous and sad.
‘Righ',’ said Hagrid. ‘Well ... see ... the thing is ...’
He took a great breath.
‘Well, there's a good chance I'm goin’ ter be gettin’ the sack any day now,’ he said.
Harry and Hermione looked at each other, then back at him.
‘But you've lasted this long—’ Hermione said tentatively. ‘What makes you think—’
‘Umbridge reckons it was me that put tha’ Niffler in her office.’
‘And was it?’ said Harry, before he could stop himself.
‘No, it ruddy well wasn'!’ said Hagrid indignantly. ‘On'y any-thin’ ter do with magical creatures an’ she thinks it's got somethin’ ter do with me. Yeh know she's bin lookin’ fer a chance ter get rid of me ever since I got back. I don’ wan’ ter go, o’ course, but if it wasn’ fer ... well ... the special circumstances I'm abou’ ter explain to yeh, I'd leave righ’ now, before she's go’ the chance ter do it in front o’ the whole school, like she did with Trelawney.’
Harry and Hermione both made noises of protest, but Hagrid overrode106 them with a wave of one of his enormous hands.
‘It's not the end o’ the world, I'll be able ter help Dumbledore once I'm outta here, I can be useful ter the Order. An you lot'll have Grubbly-Plank, yeh'll—yeh'll get through yer exams fine ...’
His voice trembled and broke.
‘Don’ worry abou’ me,’ he said hastily, as Hermione made to pat his arm. He pulled his enormous spotted handkerchief from the pocket of his waistcoat and mopped his eyes with it. ‘Look, I wouldn’ be tellin’ yer this at all if I didn’ have ter. See, if I go ... well, I can’ leave withou’ ... withou’ tellin’ someone ... because I'll—I'll need yeh two ter help me. An’ Ron, if he's willin'.’
‘Of course we'll help you,’ said Harry at once. ‘What do you want us to do?’
Hagrid gave a great sniff107 and patted Harry wordlessly on the shoulder with such force Harry was knocked sideways into a tree.
‘I knew yeh'd say yes,’ said Hagrid into his handkerchief, ‘but I won’ ... never ... forget ... well ... c'mon ... jus’ a little bit further through here ... watch yerselves, now, there's nettles108 ...’
They walked on in silence for another fifteen minutes; Harry had opened his mouth to ask how much further they had to go when Hagrid threw out his right arm to signal that they should stop.
‘Really easy,’ he said softly. ‘Very quiet, now ...’
They crept forwards and Harry saw that they were facing a large, smooth mound109 of earth nearly as tall as Hagrid that he thought, with a jolt110 of dread111, was sure to be the lair112 of some enormous animal. Trees had been ripped up at the roots all around the mound, so that it stood on a bare patch of ground surrounded by heaps of trunks and boughs114 that formed a kind of fence or barricade115, behind which Harry, Hermione and Hagrid now stood.
‘Sleepin',’ breathed Hagrid.
Sure enough, Harry could hear a distant, rhythmic116 rumbling82 that sounded like a pair of enormous lungs at work. He glanced sideways at Hermione, who was gazing at the mound with her mouth slightly open. She looked utterly terrified.
‘Hagrid,’ she said in a whisper barely audible over the sound of the sleeping creature, ‘who is he?’
Harry found this an odd question ... ‘What is it?’ was the one he; had been planning on asking.
‘Hagrid, you told us—’ said Hermione, her wand now shaking in her hand, ‘you told us none of them wanted to come!’
Harry looked from her to Hagrid and then, as realisation hit him, he looked back at the mound with a small gasp117 of horror.
The great mound of earth, on which he, Hermione and Hagrid could easily have stood, was moving slowly up and down in time with the deep, grunting118 breathing. It was not a mound at all. ‘It was the curved back of what was clearly—’
‘Well—no—he didn’ want ter come,’ said Hagrid, sounding desperate. ‘But I had ter bring him, Hermione, I had ter!’
‘But why?’ asked Hermione, who sounded as though she wanted to cry. ‘Why—what—oh, Hagrid!’
‘I knew if I jus’ got him back,’ said Hagrid, sounding close to tears himself, ‘an'—an’ taught him a few manners—I'd be able ter take him outside an’ show ev'ryone he's harmless!’
‘Harmless!’ said Hermione shrilly119, and Hagrid made frantic120 hushing noises with his hands as the enormous creature before them grunted loudly and shifted in its sleep. ‘He's been hurting you all this time, hasn't he? That's why you've had all these injuries!’
‘He don’ know his own strength!’ said Hagrid earnestly. ‘An’ he's gettin’ better, he's not fightin’ so much any more—’
‘So, this is why it took you two months to get home!’ said Hermione distractedly. ‘Oh, Hagrid, why did you bring him back if he didn't want to come? Wouldn't he have been happier with his own people?’
‘They were all bullyin’ him, Hermione, ‘cause he's so small!’ said Hagrid.
‘Small?’ said Hermione. ‘Small?’
‘Hermione, I couldn’ leave him,’ said Hagrid, tears now trickling121 down his bruised122 face into his beard. ‘See—he's my brother!’
Hermione simply stared at him, her mouth open.
‘Hagrid, when you say “brother",’ said Harry slowly, ‘do you mean—?’
‘Well— half-brother,’ amended123 Hagrid. ‘Turns out me mother took up with another giant when she left me dad, an’ she went an’ had Grawp here—’
‘Grawp?’ said Harry.
‘Yeah ... well, tha's what it sounds like when he says his name,’ said Hagrid anxiously. ‘He don’ speak a lot of English ... I've bin tryin’ ter teach him ... anyway, she don’ seem ter have liked him much more'n she liked me. See, with giantesses, what counts is producin’ good big kids, and he's always been a bit on the runty side fer a giant—on'y sixteen foot—’
‘Oh, yes, tiny!’ said Hermione, with a kind of hysterical124 sarcasm125. ‘Absolutely minuscule126!’
‘He was bein’ kicked aroun’ by all o’ them—I jus’ couldn’ leave him—’
‘Did Madame Maxime want to bring him back?’ asked Harry.
‘She—well, she could see it was right importan’ ter me,’ said Hagrid, twisting his enormous hands. ‘Bu'—bu’ she got a bit tired o’ him after a while, I must admit ... so we split up on the journey home ... she promised not ter tell anyone, though ...’
‘How on earth did you get him back without anyone noticing?’ said Harry.
‘Well, tha's why it took so long, see,’ said Hagrid. ‘Could on'y travel by nigh’ an’ through wild country an’ stuff. Course, he covers the ground pretty well when he wants ter, but he kep’ wantin’ ter go back.’
‘Oh, Hagrid, why on earth didn't you let him!’ said Hermione, flopping127 down on to a ripped up tree and burying her face in her hands. ‘What do you think you're going to do with a violent giant who doesn't even want to be here!’
‘Well, now— “violent"—tha's a bit harsh,’ said Hagrid, still twisting his hands agitatedly128. ‘I'll admit he mighta taken a couple o’ swings at me when he's bin in a bad mood, but he's gettin’ better, loads better, settlin’ down well.’
‘What are those ropes for, then?’ Harry asked.
He had just noticed ropes thick as saplings stretching from around the trunks of the largest nearby trees towards the place where Grawp lay curled on the ground with his back to them.
‘You have to keep him tied up?’ said Hermione faintly.
‘Well ... yeah ...’ said Hagrid, looking anxious. ‘See—it's like I say—he doesn’ really know ‘is own strength.’
Harry understood now why there had been such a suspicious lack of any other living creature in this part of the Forest.
‘So, what is it you want Harry and Ron and me to do?’ Hermione asked apprehensively129.
‘Look after him,’ said Hagrid croakily. ‘After I'm gone.’
Harry and Hermione exchanged miserable130 looks, Harry uncomfortably aware that he had already promised Hagrid that he would do whatever he asked.
‘What—what does that involve, exactly?’ Hermione enquired131.
‘Not food or anythin'!’ said Hagrid eagerly. ‘He can get his own food, no problem. Birds an’ deer an’ stuff ... no, it's company he needs. I xxjus’ knew someone was carryin on trying ter help him a bit ... teachin’ him, yeh know.’
Harry said nothing, but turned to look back at the gigantic form lying asleep on the ground in front of them. Unlike Hagrid, who simply looked like an oversized human, Grawp looked strangely misshapen. What Harry had taken to be a vast mossy boulder132 to the left of the great earthen mound he now recognised as Grawp's head. It was much larger in proportion to the body than a human head, and was almost perfectly133 round and covered with tightly curling, close-growing hair the colour of bracken. The rim48 of a single large, fleshy ear was visible on top of the head, which seemed to sit, rather like Uncle Vernon's, directly upon the shoulders with little or no neck in between. The back, under what looked like a dirty brownish smock comprised of animal skins sewn roughly together, was very broad; and as Grawp slept, it seemed to strain a little at the rough seams of the skins. The legs were curled up under the body. Harry could see the soles of enormous, filthy134, bare feet, large as sledges135, resting one on top of the other on the earthy Forest floor.
‘You want us to teach him,’ Harry said in a hollow voice. He now understood what Firenze's warning had meant. His attempt is not working. He would do better to abandon it.Of course, the other creatures who lived in the Forest would have heard Hagrid's fruitless attempts to teach Grawp English.
‘Yeah—even if yeh jus’ talk ter him a bit,’ said Hagrid hopefully. ’ ‘Cause I reckon, if he can talk ter people, he'll understand more that we all like ‘im really, an’ want ‘im ter stay.’
Harry looked at Hermione, who peered back at him from between the fingers over her face.
‘Kind of makes you wish we had Norbert back, doesn't it?’ he said, and she gave a very shaky laugh.
‘Yeh'll do it, then?’ said Hagrid, who did not seem to have caugit what Harry had just said.
‘We'll ...’ said Harry, already bound by his promise. ‘We'll try, Hagrid.’
‘I knew I could count on yeh, Harry,’ Hagrid said, beaming in a very watery136 way and dabbing137 at his face with his handkerchief again. ‘An’ I don’ wan’ yeh ter put yerself out too much, like ... I know yeh've got exams ... if yeh could jus’ nip down here in yer Invisibility Cloak maybe once a week an’ have a little chat with ‘im. I'll wake ‘im up, then—introduce yeh—’
‘Wha—no!’ said Hermione, jumping up. ‘Hagrid, no, don't wake him, really, we don't need—’
But Hagrid had already stepped over the great tree trunk in front of them and was proceeding138 towards Grawp. When he was about ten feet away, he lifted a long, broken bough113 from the ground, smiled reassuringly139 over his shoulder at Harry and Hermione, then poked140 Grawp hard in the middle of the back with the end of the bough.
The giant gave a roar that echoed around the silent Forest; birds in the treetops overhead rose twittering from their perches141 and soared away. In front of Harry and Hermione, meanwhile, the gigantic Grawp was rising from the ground, which shuddered142 as he placed an enormous hand upon it to push himself on to his knees. He turned his head to see who and what had disturbed him.
‘All righ', Grawpy?’ said Hagrid, in a would-be cheery voice, backing away with the long bough raised, ready to poke29 Grawp again. ‘Had a nice sleep, eh?’
Harry and Hermione retreated as far as they could while still keeping the giant within their sights. Grawp knelt between two trees he had not yet uprooted143. They looked up into his startlingly huge face that resembled a grey full moon swimming in the gloom of the clearing. It was as though the features had been hewn on to a great stone ball. The nose was stubby and shapeless, the mouth lopsided and full of misshapen yellow teeth the size of half-bricks; the eyes, small by giant standards, were a muddy greenish-brown and just now were half-gummed together with sleep. Grawp raised dirty knuckles144, each as big as a cricket ball, to his eyes, rubbed vigorously, then, without warning, pushed himself to his feet with surprising speed and agility145.
‘Oh my!’ Harry heard Hermione squeal146, terrified, beside him.
The trees to which the other ends of the ropes around Grawp's wrists and ankles were attached creaked ominously147. He was, as Hagrid had said, at least sixteen feet tall. Gazing blearily around, Grawp reached out a hand the size of a beach umbrella, seized a bird's nest from the upper branches of a towering pine and turned it upside-down with a roar of apparent displeasure that there was no bird in it; eggs fell like grenades towards the ground and Hagrid threw his arms over his head to protect himself.
‘Anyway, Grawpy,’ shouted Hagrid, looking up apprehensively in case of further falling eggs, ‘I've brought some friends ter meet yeh. Remember, I told yeh I might? Remember, when I said I might have ter go on a little trip an’ leave them ter look after yeh fer a bit? Remember that, Grawpy?’
But Grawp merely gave another low roar; it was hard to say whether he was listening to Hagrid or whether he even recognised the sounds Hagrid was making as speech. He had now seized the top of the pine tree and was pulling it towards him, evidently for the simple pleasure of seeing how far it would spring back when he let go.
‘Now, Grawpy, don’ do that!’ shouted Hagrid. ‘Tha's how you ended up pullin’ up the others— ’
And sure enough, Harry could see the earth around the tree's roots beginning to crack.
‘I got company for yeh!’ Hagrid shouted. ‘Company, see! Look down, yeh big buffoon148, I brought yeh some friends!’
‘Oh, Hagrid, don't,’ moaned Hermione, but Hagrid had already raised the bough again and gave Grawp's knee a sharp poke.
The giant let go of the top of the tree, which swayed alarmingly and deluged149 Hagrid with a rain of pine needles, and looked down.
‘This,’ said Hagrid, hastening over to where Harry and Herrmone stood, ‘is Harry, Grawp! Harry Potter! He migh’ be comin’ ter visit yeh if I have ter go away, understand?’
The giant had only just realised that Harry and Hermione were there. They watched, in great trepidation150, as he lowered his huge boulder of a head so that he could peer blearily at them.
‘An’ this is Hermione, see? Her—’ Hagrid hesitated. Turning to Hermione, he said, ‘Would yeh mind if he called yeh Hermy, Hermione? On'y it's a difficult name fer him ter remember.’
‘No, not at all,’ squeaked151 Hermione.
‘This is Hermy, Grawp! An’ she's gonna be comin’ an’ all! Is'n’ tha’ nice? Eh? Two friends fer yeh ter—GRAWPY, NO!’
Grawp's hand had shot out of nowhere towards Hermione; Harry seized her and pulled her backwards behind the tree, so that Grawp's fist scraped the trunk but closed on thin air.
‘BAD BOY, GRAWPY!’ they heard Hagrid yelling, as Hermione clung to Harry behind the tree, shaking and whimpering. ‘VERY BAD BOY! YEH DON’ GRAB—OUCH!’
Harry poked his head out from around the trunk and saw Hagrid lying on his back, his hand over his nose. Grawp, apparently losing interest, had straightened up and was again engaged in pulling back the pine as far as it would go.
‘Righ',’ said Hagrid thickly, getting up with one hand pinching his bleeding nose and the other grasping his crossbow, ‘well ... there yeh are ... yeh've met him an’ —an’ now he'll know yeh when yeh come back. Yeah ... well ...’
He looked up at Grawp, who was now pulling back the pine with an expression of detached pleasure on his boulderish face; the roots were creaking as he ripped them away from the ground.
‘Well, I reckon tha's enough fer one day,’ said Hagrid. ‘We'll—'er—we'll go back now, shall we?’
Harry and Hermione nodded. Hagrid shouldered his crossbow again and, still pinching his nose, led the way back into the trees.
Nobody spoke for a while, not even when they heard the distant crash that meant Grawp had pulled over the pine tree at last. Hermione's face was pale and set. Harry could not think of a single thing to say. What on earth was going to happen when somebody found out that Hagrid had hidden Grawp in the Forbidden Forest? And he had promised that he, Ron and Hermione would continue Hagrid's totally pointless attempts to civilise the giant. How could Hagrid, even with his immense capacity to delude152 himself that fanged153 monsters were loveably harmless, fool himself that Grawp would ever be fit to mix with humans?
‘Hold it,’ said Hagrid abruptly154, just as Harry and Hermione were struggling through a patch of thick knotgrass behind him. He pulled an arrow out of the quiver over his shoulder and fitted it into the crossbow. Harry and Hermione raised their wands; now that they had stopped walking, they, too, could hear movement close by.
‘Oh, blimey,’ said Hagrid quietly.
‘I thought we told you, Hagrid,’ said a deep male voice, ‘That you are no longer welcome here?’
A man's naked torso seemed for an instant to be floating towards them through the dappled green half-light; then they saw that his waist joined smoothly155 into a horse's chestnut156 body. This centaur91 had a proud, high-cheekboned face and long black hair. Like Hagrid, he was armed; a quiverful of arrows and a longbow were slung157 over his shoulders.
‘How are yeh, Magorian?’ said Hagrid warily158.
The trees behind the centaur rustled159 and four or five more centaurs emerged behind him. Harry recognised the black-bodied and bearded Bane, whom he had met nearly four years ago on the same night he had met Firenze. Bane gave no sign that he had ever seen Harry before.
‘So,’ he said, with a nasty inflection in his voice, before turning immediately to Magorian. ‘We agreed, I think, what we would do if this human ever showed his face in the Forest again?’
‘"This human” now, am I?’ said Hagrid testily160. ‘Jus’ fer stoppin’ all of yeh committin’ murder?’
‘You ought not to have meddled161, Hagrid,’ said Magorian. ‘Our ways are not yours, nor are our laws. Firenze has betrayed and dishonoured162 us.’
‘I dunno how yeh work that out,’ said Hagrid impatiently. ‘He's done nothin’ except help Albus Dumbledore—’
‘Firenze has entered into servitude to humans,’ said a grey centaur with a hard, deeply lined face.
‘Servitude!’ said Hagrid scathingly. ‘He's doin’ Dumbledore a favour is all—’
‘He is peddling163 our knowledge and secrets among humans,’ said Magorian quietly. ‘There can be no return from such disgrace.’
‘If yeh say so,’ said Hagrid, shrugging, ‘but personally I think yeh're makin’ a big mistake—’
‘As are you, human,’ said Bane, ‘coming back into our Forest when we warned you—’
‘Now, yeh listen ter me,’ said Hagrid angrily. ‘I'll have less of the “our” Forest, if it's all the same ter yeh. It's not up ter yeh who comes an’ goes in here—’
‘No more is it up to you, Hagrid,’ said Magorian smoothly. ‘I shall let you pass today because you are accompanied by your young—’
‘They're not his!’ interrupted Bane contemptuously. ‘Students, Magorian, from up at the school! They have probably already profited from the traitor164 Firenze's teachings.’
‘Nevertheless,’ said Magorian calmly, ‘the slaughter165 of foals is a terrible crime—we do not touch the innocent. Today, Hagrid, you pass. Henceforth, stay away from this place. You forfeited166 the friendship of the centaurs when you helped the traitor Firenze escape us.’
‘I won’ be kept outta the Fores’ by a bunch o’ old mules167 like yeh!’ said Hagrid loudly.
‘Hagrid,’ said Hermione in a high-pitched and terrified voice, as both Bane and the grey centaur pawed at the ground, ‘let's go, please let's go!’
Hagrid moved forwards, but his crossbow was still raised and his eyes were still fixed threateningly upon Magorian.
‘We know what you are keeping in the Forest, Hagrid!’ Magorian called after them, as the centaurs slipped out of sight. ‘And our tolerance168 is waning169!’
Hagrid turned and gave every appearance of wanting to walk straight back to Magorian.
‘Yeh'll tolerate ‘im as long as he's here, it's as much his Forest as yours!’ he yelled, as Harry and Hermione both pushed with all their might against Hagrid's moleskin waistcoat in an effort to keep him moving forwards. Still scowling, he looked down; his expression changed to mild surprise at the sight of them both pushing him; he seemed not to have felt it.
‘Calm down, you two,’ he said, turning to walk on while they parted along behind him. ‘Ruddy old mules, though, eh?’
‘Hagrid,’ said Hermione breathlessly, skirting the patch of nettles they had passed on their way there, ‘if the centaurs don't want humans in the Forest, it doesn't really look as though Harry and I will be able—’
‘Ah, you heard what they said,’ said Hagrid dismissively, ‘they wouldn't hurt foals—I mean, kids. Anyway, we can’ let ourselves be pushed aroun’ by that lot.’
‘Nice try,’ Harry murmured to Hermione, who looked crestfallen170.
At last they rejoined the path and, after another ten minutes, the trees began to thin; they were able to see patches of clear blue sky again and, in the distance, the definite sounds of cheering and shouting.
‘Was that another goal?’ asked Hagrid, pausing in the shelter of the trees as the Quidditch stadium came into view. ‘Or d'yeh reckon the match is over?’
‘I don't know,’ said Hermione miserably171. Harry saw that she looked much the worse for wear; her hair was full of twigs172 and leaves, her robes were ripped in several places and there were numerous scratches on her face and arms. He knew he must look little better.
‘I reckon it's over, yeh know!’ said Hagrid, still squinting173 towards the stadium. ‘Look— there's people comin’ out already—if yeh two hurry yeh'll be able ter blend in with the crowd an’ no one'll know yeh weren't there!’
‘Good idea,’ said Harry. ‘Well ... see you later, then, Hagrid.’
‘I don't believe him,’ said Hermione in a very unsteady voice, the moment they were out of earshot of Hagrid. ‘I don't believe him. I really don't believe him.’
‘Calm down,’ said Harry.
‘Calm down!’ she said feverishly174. ‘A giant! A giant in the Forest! And we're supposed to give him English lessons! Always assuming, of course, we can get past the herd of murderous centaurs on the way in and out! I—don't—believe— him!’
‘We haven't got to do anything yet!’ Harry tried to reassure175 her in a quiet voice, as they joined a stream of jabbering176 Hufflepuffs heading back towards the castle. ‘He's not asking us to do anything unless he gets chucked out and that might not even happen.’
‘Oh, come off it, Harry!’ said Hermione angrily, stopping dead in her tracks so that the people behind had to swerve177 to avoid her. ‘Of course he's going to be chucked out and, to be perfectly honest, after what we've just seen, who can blame Umbridge?’
There was a pause in which Harry glared at her, and her eyes filled slowly with tears.
‘You didn't mean that,’ said Harry quietly.
‘No ... well ... all right ... I didn't,’ she said, wiping her eyes angrily. ‘But why does he have to make life so difficult for himself—for us?’
‘I dunno—’
‘Weasley is our King,
Weasley is our King,
He didn't let the Quaffle in,
Weasley is our King ...’
‘And I wish they'd stop singing that stupid song,’ said Hermione miserably, ‘haven't they gloated enough?’
A great tide of students was moving up the sloping lawns from the pitch.
‘Oh, let's get in before we have to meet the Slytherins,’ said Hermione.
‘Weasley can save anything,
He never leaves a single ring,
That's why Gryffindors all sing:
Weasley is our King. ’
‘Hermione ...’ said Harry slowly.
The song was growing louder, but it was issuing not from a crowd of green-and-silver-clad Slytherins, but from a mass of red and gold moving slowly towards the castle, bearing a solitary178 figure upon its many shoulders.
‘Weasley is our King,
Weasley is our King,
He didn't let the Quaffle in,
Weasley is our King ...’
‘No?’ said Hermione in a hushed voice.
‘YES!’ said Harry loudly.
‘HARRY! HERMIONE!’ yelled Ron, waving the silver Quidditch cup in the air and looking quite beside himself. ‘WE DID IT! WE WON!’
They beamed up at him as he passed. There was a scrum at the door of the castle and Ron's head got rather badly bumped on the lintel, but nobody seemed to want to put him down. Still singing, the crowd squeezed itself into the Entrance Hall and out of sight. Harry and Hermione watched them go, beaming, until the last echoing strains of ‘Weasley is our King’ died away. Then they turned to each other, their smiles fading.
‘We'll save our news till tomorrow, shall we?’ said Harry.
‘Yes, all right,’ said Hermione wearily. ‘I'm not in any hurry.’
They climbed the steps together. At the front doors both instinctively179 looked back at the Forbidden Forest. Harry was not sure whether or not it was his imagination, but he rather thought he saw a small cloud of birds erupting into the air over the tree tops in the distance, almost as though the tree in which they had been nesting had just been pulled up by the roots.
在接下来的几天里，人们总是重复着弗来德和乔治出逃寻找自由的消息，哈利敢说这将成为日后格兰芬多传说的一部分。用了一周时间，甚至那些曾经目击过的人才有些相信双胞胎骑在扫帚上对着Umbridge俯冲过去，并在迅速回升出门前往她身上砸了一个粪弹。他们离开的直接后果是，大家都在讨论着要不要学习他们。哈利经常听到大家这样说：“说真的，有些时候我也真骑上扫帚离开这鬼地方。”或者“假如再上一节这样的课，我就要像威斯里那样干了。”
弗来德和乔治坚信没人会很快忘记他们的。起码，他们并没有说明怎样移开那些现在填满五楼走廊的淤泥。Umbridge和费尔奇看起来已经试过了各种不同的方法去移开它们，但没有成功。最后，那块地方被围了起来，费尔奇狂暴地磨着他的牙齿——他被分配去撑船护送学生通过那儿去教室。哈利确信像麦格或者Flitwick那样的老师们可以在瞬间移开那些污泥。但是，因为弗来德和乔治留下的的鬼火爆竹，他们似乎更喜欢观看Umbridge在那儿独自挣扎。
在Umbridge办公室的门上留着两个巨大的扫帚形的洞，那是弗来德和乔治的扫帚回到主人身边时撞出来的。费尔奇做了一个新门，并把哈利的火弩箭移到了地牢里。有谣传说，Umbridge添置了有暗器的安全门去守卫它。但是，她的麻烦还远远没有结束。
受到弗来德和乔治例子的启发，大批学生现在正在激烈地竞争着“捣乱大王”的空缺。由于对那个新门的憎恨，有人把一个毛茸茸的嗅嗅塞进Umbridge的办公室里，喜欢寻觅闪光东西的它一来就迅速地把那里搜了遍。它在Umbridge刚进门时就跳到她身上，并咬住了她又短又粗戴着戒指的手指。
粪弹和臭球被频繁地扔到了走廊上，以至于学生们在离开教室前对着自己念泡头咒变成了一种新时尚——这样可以确保新鲜空气的供给，尽管这样让他们看起来像在头上倒扣了一个金鱼缸。
费尔奇拿着鞭子不停地在走廊里巡视，不顾一切地想抓住那些捣蛋鬼。但问题是，他们的太多了，以至于他都不知道该走哪条路。审讯班曾试图去帮他，但意外事件持续在它的成员身上发生。传闻说斯莱特林魁地奇队的Warrington被送往医院时全身覆盖着可怕的皮肤，他抱怨说那使他看起来好象他身上涂了一层脆玉米片；让荷米恩高兴的是，潘西 帕金森在她长了鹿角后错过了所有的课。 其间，可以很清楚地看到到底弗来德和乔治在离开霍格瓦彻之前卖了多少切削蛇盒。Umbridge刚进教室，就得处理学生们集体晕倒、呕吐、严重的高烧或者从两个鼻孔往外喷血。她恼羞成怒地尖叫着，试图找出学生们神秘生病的原因，但是大家倔强地告诉她，他们是因为Umbridge她本人才生病的。在连续扣留了四个班仍没有发现大家的秘密后，她完全放弃了，开始允许出血、昏倒、大量出汗和呕吐的学生们成群结队地离开她的课堂。
但即使那些那些使用削蛇盒的学生们也比不过现在一片混乱局面的祸首——别忘了还有铭记住弗来德离开时说的话的皮皮鬼。他疯狂地喋喋不休着飞过学校、掀翻桌子、炸毁黑板、推倒雕像和花瓶；他两次把Norris夫人关在盔甲里——当她被救出来时，还狂怒地在管理员身边痛骂了一顿。他打烂灯笼、吹灭蜡烛，变出像火炬一样的魔法火焰放在大家头上，使得大量码得整整齐齐的羊皮纸纷飞燃烧或飘出窗外；他还打开浴室里所有的水龙头，淹了整个二楼；早餐时在礼堂中央扔了一个装满狼蛛的大袋子。他不想犯规时，就花上几个小时紧跟着Umbridge，在每次她说话时发出轻蔑的响亮咂舌声。
老师中除了费尔奇，看起来没人在积极地帮助她。甚至，在弗来德和乔治离开后一周，哈利亲眼看见麦格教授目不斜视地走过正在把一盏水晶装饰灯往下拧的皮皮鬼，并发誓他听见麦格教授亲口提示他说，“应该往反方向拧。”
因为帽子事件，Montague现在还没有重新获得在厕所里逗留的权利；让他很困惑和烦恼的是有人看见他爸妈星期二早上大步走上车道，而且看起来非常地生气。
“我们是不是应该说些什么呢？”荷米恩担忧地说，一边把脸紧贴在窗户上以便能看见看窗子里Montague夫妇走动。“关于他怎么了？万一这能帮助Pomfrey夫人治疗他呢？”
“当然不能，他会没事的。”罗恩漠不关心地说。
“无论如何，Umbridge有更多的麻烦了，不是吗？”哈利满意地说。
他和罗恩都拿魔杖轻敲着一个水杯练习咒语。哈利的杯子上冒出四条根本够不到桌子的短腿，它们正在半空中毫无意义地扭动。罗恩的则长出四条锥形的细腿，它们艰难地把杯子从桌上撑起来，颤抖地保持了几秒种，然后彻底失败，杯子被摔成了两半儿。
“修复如初，”荷米恩迅速念道，挥手把罗恩的杯子修好。“这很好，但万一Montague受到了永久性的伤害呢？”
“那又有谁在乎呢？” 罗恩暴燥地说道，他的杯子又站起来了，但关节抖得厉害，像喝醉了一样摇摇晃晃的。“Montague应该还没有从格兰芬多拿走全部的分数，不是吗？你假如想担心谁的话，荷米恩，那就担心担心我吧！”
“你？”她说，一边抓住正用四条健壮的腿在桌上欢快地奔跑的杯子，并把它拿到自己跟前。“我为什么要担心你？”
“当妈妈的下一封信最终通过了Umbridge的筛选程序时”罗恩痛苦地说，一边扶着他没法用柔弱的细腿支撑自身重量的杯子，“我的麻烦就大了。假如她再发一封吼叫信的话，我一点也不会奇怪。”
“但是——”
“弗来德和乔治的出走是我的错，你等着看吧，”罗恩阴郁地说，“她会说我本来可以阻止他们走的，我本来可以抓着他们的扫帚尾巴吊在下面或者别的什么。好吧，那全是我的错。”
“呃，假如她真的那样说的话就太不公平了，你根本无能为力！但我敢肯定她不会的，我是说，假如他们真的在对角巷弄到了铺子，那肯定已经计划很长时间了。”
“没错，但这是令一回事，他们怎么弄到铺子的？”罗恩说道，一边拼命用魔杖敲杯子以至于它的腿又软了，倒在他面前抽搐。“这有点奇怪不是吗？他们需要成堆的金加隆来支付对角巷的房租。假如她知道他们有那么多的钱的话，它就知道他们要干什么了。”
“对，我也想到了，”荷米恩说道，一边让她的杯子灵巧地在哈利杯子周围绕圈——哈利杯子的短腿仍然够不到桌子。“我想知道Mundungus到底有没有说服他们去偷东西或者干别的什么坏事。”
“他没有，”哈利简略地说。
“你怎么知道的？”罗恩和荷米恩一起问道。
“因为——”哈利犹豫着，但也许是坦白的时候了。假如这让人怀疑弗来德和乔治犯了罪的话，再沉默下去就没有任何好处了。“因为那些钱是我给他们的。我把去年六月把三强争霸赛的奖金给了他们。”
一段震惊的静默，然后荷米恩的杯子慢步走过桌子边缘，然后在地上摔了个粉碎。
“哦，哈利，你没有！”她说。
“不，我有，”哈利反驳道，“而且我一点也不后悔。我不需要那些钱，但他们却能开一家成功的搞笑商店。”
“但这简直棒极了！”罗恩说道，看起来有点发抖。“这全是你的错了，哈利——妈妈这下完全不能责怪我了！我能告诉她吗？”
“是的，我想你最好告诉她，”哈利迟疑地说，“特别是如果她认为他们接受了偷来的坩埚或别的什么。”
剩下的时间里，荷米恩什么也没说，但是哈利怀疑她的自制力就快要控制不住了。果真，当他们一离开城堡在五月淡淡的阳光下休息时，她瞪着眼睛盯着哈利，下定决心张开了嘴。
但哈利在她还没开口前就打断了她。
“别对我唠叨，事情已经发生了，”他坚定地说。“弗来德和乔治得到了那些金加隆——也很合理地用了一些，听到这些消息——我不能从他们手里要回那些钱，我也不想。所以什么也别说了，荷米恩。”
“我并不是要说关于弗来德和乔治的事！”她委屈地说。
罗恩怀疑地用鼻子哼了一声，荷米恩对他摆出了一张臭脸。
“不，我不是！”她生气地说。“事实上，我是想问哈利他打算什么时候去找斯内普重新上Occlumency课！”
哈利低下头。一旦他们讨论完弗来德和乔治戏剧性的出走——这无可否认地花了很长时间，罗恩和荷米恩就开始想听听关于天狼星的消息。因为哈利并没有向他们吐露他想和天狼星首先交谈的原因，他现在很难想出该告诉他们什么。哈利什么也没说。事实上，天狼星也希望他重新开始Occlumency课。他对此一直很遗憾。荷米恩可不会放弃这个话题，她一直重复问他。
“你可别说你已经停止做那些奇怪的梦了，”荷米恩说，“因为罗恩告诉我你昨晚睡觉时又在那儿嘀咕了。”
哈利狂怒地看了罗恩一眼。罗恩有点不自然。
“你只嘀咕了一小会儿，”他咕哝着辩解到，“像是说‘再往前一点’。”
“我梦见我正在看你打魁地奇，”哈利无情地撒谎道，“我正让你再把手往前伸长一点去抓金飞贼”
罗恩的耳朵变红了。哈利感到了一种报复的喜悦；他没有——当然了——梦到过这类事。
昨天晚上，他又一次梦到了他走在神奇事物部的走廊上。他穿过圆形的房间，在那时，房间里充满了滴答做响的闪烁的灯光，他发现自己又来到了那个像洞穴的房间——里面满是摆着并列的落满灰尘的玻璃球的架子。
他匆忙地径直飞奔向第97排，向左转，然后沿着它跑。他当时也许说得太大声了。再往前一点。他觉得他的自我意识正在努力地叫醒他。在他到达那排架子的尽头前，他发现自己又躺在了床上，凝视着四柱床的顶蓬。
“你正试图去封闭你的思想，不是吗？”荷米恩瞪着哈利说，“你会去接着上Occlumency课吧？”
“我当然会，”哈利说，试着让人听起来好象这个问题对他很无礼，但是躲着她的眼睛。事实上，他非常好奇那间满是蒙着灰尘的玻璃球的房间里到底藏了什么，所以他十分热切地希望那个梦能继续下去。
问题是，只有一个月就要考试了，他把每一秒课余时间都用来复习，他的大脑已经被所学的知识填满了。他上床时发现根本就睡不着！一旦睡着了，大多数晚上，他过度紧张的大脑呈现给他的都是傻兮兮的的关于考试的梦。他还怀疑他大脑的一部分——常以荷米恩声音说话的那一部分——现在在他到达那个走廊尽头的黑门时感觉很心虚，并且在他到达终点前就叫醒他。
“你知道的，”罗恩说，他的耳朵仍是红的，“假如Montague在斯莱特林对赫奇帕奇比赛时还不能痊愈的话，我们就有可能夺得学院杯。”
“当然，但愿如此”哈利说，对换了个话题感到很高兴。
“我的意思是，我们赢了一场，输了一场——假如斯莱特林在下周六对赫奇帕奇比赛里输了的话——”
“对，没错，”哈利说——他已经忘了他同意什么了。秋张刚刚从院子里穿过，断然地不去看他。
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魁地奇赛季的决赛——格兰芬多对拉文克劳，将在五月的最后一个周末举行。虽然斯莱特林在他们最后一次比赛中被赫奇帕奇勉强击败了，格兰芬多也不再奢望胜利了。主要是由于（当然并没有人告诉他）罗恩时好时坏的守球纪录。不过他看起来似乎找到了一种新的乐观主义。
“我是说，我也不可能再更差了，不是吗？”在比赛那天的早饭时，罗恩对哈利和荷米恩说，“已经没什么东西可以失去了，是吧？”
“你知道的，”当他们夹在异常兴奋的人群中去球场时，荷米恩说道，“我想弗来德和乔治不在身边时，罗恩也许会干得漂亮些。他们从来没给过他信心。”
璐娜追上了他们——她头上蹲着一只活生生的老鹰。
“哦！天哪，我忘了！”荷米恩说，一边看着沉着地走过一群咯咯笑着指指点点的斯莱特林的璐娜——她头上的老鹰不住地拍打着翅膀。“秋会参赛，不是吗？”
哈利当然没忘记，不过他只哼了一声。
他们在看台的顶端找到了座位。那是个晴空万里的好天气。罗恩不能想到更好的了。哈利发现自己还抱着一线希望：罗恩不会再给斯莱特林那些活跃的合唱团以理由高唱“罗恩是我们的王牌”。
李乔丹像往常一样是评论员——他因为弗来德和乔治的离去而非常沮丧。当队员升起来的时候，他开始介绍参赛者，但并不像平时那么兴趣盎然。
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