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The three of them stared into the cauldron. Close up, the potion looked like thick, dark mud, bubbling sluggishly.
Lockhart hadn't mended Harry's bones. He had removed them.
But Hermione was spared answering by Madam Pomfrey sweeping over with her evening dose of medicine.
Harry paused for a fraction of a second and then wrote two letters.
In the shock of Fawkes catching fire, Harry had forgotten what he was there for, but it all came back to him as Dumbledore settled
Harry looked at Ron, bewildered.
"What happened, Harry?"
Harry got to his feet, his breathing fast and shallow, his heart doing a kind of drumroll against his ribs. He looked wildly up and down the deserted corridor and saw a line of spiders scuttling as fast as they could away from the bodies. The only sounds were the muffled voices of teachers from the classes on either side.
Harry had never told Ron and Hermione that the Sorting Hat
"Hagrid!" said Dumbledore loudly. "I do not think that Harry attacked those people."
"If Id sprouted whiskers, Id take a break from work," said Ron, tipping a stack of books onto Hermione's bedside table one evening.
Harry and Ron waited with bated breath: Malfoy was surely seconds away from telling them it was him - but then
ince the disastrous episode of the pixies, Professor Lockhart had not brought live creatures to class. Instead, he read passages from his books to them, and sometimes reenacted some of the more dramatic bits. He usually picked Harry to help him with these reconstructions; so far, Harry had been forced to play a simple Transylvanian villager whom Lockhart had cured of a Babbling Curse, a yeti with a head cold, and a vampire who had been unable to eat anything except lettuce since Lockhart had dealt with him.
Ernie Macmillan of Hufflepuff didn't take this cheerful view. He was still convinced that Harry was the guilty one, that he had "given himself away" at the Dueling Club. Peeves wasn't helping matters; he kept popping up in the crowded corridors singing "Oh, Potter, you rotter . . ." now with a dance routine to match.;
The news that Colin Creevey had been attacked and was now lying as though dead in the hospital wing had spread through the entire school by Monday morning. The air was suddenly thick with rumor and suspicion. The first years were now moving around the castle in tight-knit groups, as though scared they would be attacked if they ventured forth alone.（央视记者 徐海霞）