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第6章 把爱好当职业的人是幸福的

“What?” said Ron, looking from one to the other.

“That's not the song it sang when it Sorted us,” said Harry, clapping along with everyone else.

“There, then—‘Off, ye lendings!’” And Mr. Rochester stepped

“who has been nearly murdered—all but murdered, sir—by young

“This egg was in your office. Professor?”

“They planted the Whomping Willow the same year that I arrived at Hogwarts. People used to play a game, trying to get near enough to touch the trunk. In the end, a boy called Davey Gudgeon nearly lost an eye, and we were forbidden to go near it. No broomstick would have a chance.”

“What did you say, my dear? I am a little deaf,” returned the

“Told you I wouldn't like to get on the wrong side of Frank, didn't I, Dot?” said an excited woman in the corner.

“Well, what d'you think?” said Bagman happily as Harry and Cedric climbed over the last hedge. “Growing nicely, aren't they? Give them a month and Hagrid'll have them twenty feet high. Don't worry,” he added, grinning, spotting the less-than-happy expressions on Harry's and Cedric's faces, “you'll have your Quidditch field back to normal once the task is over! Now, I imagine you can guess what we're making here?”