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"Hogwarts?" he said abruptly. "Come to get your new books?"
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had taken over Buckbeak. He had bowed to Malfoy, who was now patting his beak, looking disdainful.
Harry didn't feel much like exposing the back of his neck to Buckbeak, but he did as he was told. He gave a short bow and then looked up.
"There she is," said Harry.
Oliver Wood was a burly seventeen-year-old, now in his seventh and final year at Hogwarts. There was a quiet sort of desperation in his voice a's he addressed his six fellow team members in the chilly locker rooms on the edge of the darkening Quidditch field.
"Change roots with Malfoy, Weasley."
"Forgot!" said Stan weakly. "Blimey, my 'eart's goin' that fast ..."
Everyone stared at him. Professor Lupin crumpled up the empty chocolate wrapper and put it in his pocket.
"A dementor," said Lupin, who was now giving chocolate to everyone else. "One of the dementors of Azkaban."
"Go away, Ginny," said Ron.
Ron made a violent gesture in midair.
He strode away from them into the forest and out of sight.
"But I heard screaming --"
"Careful, Potter, there's a dementor behind you
"We're witnesses," said Harry. "You said hippogriffs attack if you insult them. It's Malfoy's problem that he wasn't listening. We'll tell Dumbledore what really happened."
"The point is," Wood went on, resuming his pacing, "the Quidditch Cup should have had our name on it these last two years. Ever since Harry joined the team, I've thought the thing was in the bag. But we haven't got it, and this year's the last chance we'll get to finally see our name on the thing...."（央视记者 徐海霞）