时间：2020 01-27 作者：fhfcifa 浏览量：59788
'We know about that,' said Harry quickly, keen to hear the rest of Hagrid's story, 'we know about the Ministry watching Dumbledore - '
'Yeah,' said Hagrid, 'bit o' - o' fresh air, yeh know - '
Blood rushed into Professor McGonagall's face.
'Whadda yeh mean, attacked by Dementors?' growled Hagrid.
'An' then we reached the place, an' we started trekkin' up through the mountains, lookin' fer signs of 'em . . .
'For thinking I can play Quidditch,' said Ron. 'I'm going to resign first thing tomorrow.'
'Because I recognised one of 'em,' Hagrid growled. 'Macnair, remember him? Bloke they sent ter kill Buckbeak? Maniac, he is. L.ikes killin' as much as Golgomath; no wonder they were gettin' on so well.'
'So, are you going to tell us what's happened to you?' Harry asked.
Hagrid set tea in front of each of them, sat down, picked up his steak again and slapped it back over his face.
Harry didn't answer. He turned away to meet the rest of the team who were now landing one by one, yelling and punching the air in triumph; all except Ron, who had dismounted from his broom over by the goalposts and seemed to be making his way slowly back to the changing rooms alone.
'You went to speak to him?' asked Ron incredulously. 'After you'd watched him rip off another giant's head?'
'Probably woulda done if they'd bin in any condition,' said Hagrid, 'but they was badly hurt, all three o' them; Golgomath's lot had beaten 'em unconscious; they'd woken up an' crawled inter the nearest shelter they could find. Anyway, one o' them had a bit of English an' 'e translated fer the others, an' what we had ter say didn' seem ter go down too badly. So we kep' goin' back, visitin' the wounded . . . I reckon we had abou' six or seven o' them convinced at one poin'.'