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第6章 蔑视对手，很酷！

“Petrificus Totalus!” Harry bellowed again, backing away as he swiped his wand through the air; six or seven of them crumpled, but more were coming toward him. “Impedimenta! Incarcerous!”

“Professor R. J. Lupin.” whispered Hermione at once.

“Sir,” Malfoy called, “sir, I'll need help cutting up these daisy roots, because of my arm —”

“Sirius, you'd better go, quick,” Harry panted. “They'll reach Flitwick's office any moment, they'll find out you're gone.”

“No, certainly, not often; because Miss Temple has generally

“No!” Harry said quickly.

“Knew you'd be top at Defense Against the Dark Arts,” said Ron, punching Harry on the shoulder. “We've done all right, haven't we?”

“Ouch!” yelled Dean Thomas after about ten minutes. “It got me.”

“None of the other pictures wanted the job,” said Percy. “Frightened of what happened to the Fat Lady. Sir Cadogan was the only one brave enough to volunteer.”