哈利赶过去,和罗恩一起往大礼堂里看。 Innumerable[28]candles were hovering[29]in mid-air over four long, crowded tables, making the golden plates and goblets sparkle. Overhead, the bewitched ceiling which always mirrored the sky outside, sparkled with stars. Through the forest of pointed black...
Harry, Ron and Hermione left the castle together, crossed the vegetable patch and made for the greenhouses, where the magical plants were kept. At least the Howler had done one good thing: Hermione seemed to think they had now been punished enough and was being perfectly friendly again. As ...
Recalls: Harry Potter bookends, ceiling lights
She was of light skin, a very petite stature, and bright brown eyes like her mother. When blushed, Ginny would go a shade of red that matched her hair. When in a highly emotional state, she was known to acquire a 'hard, blazing look'.[8] ...
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4 Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire SpiderThe fire was the only source of light in the room; it cast long, spidery shadows upon the walls. Fly“He’s a boisterous little boy, but he wouldn’t hurt a fly!” Aunt Petunia had said tearfully. ...
Aunt Petunia's masterpiece of a pudding, the mountain of cream and sugared violets, was floating up near the ceiling. On top of a cupboard in the corner crouched Dobby. 'No,' croaked Harry. 'Please...they'll kill me...' 'Harry Potter must say he's not going back to school –...
Harry Potter(23) 'I won't give up hope, then,' said Uncle Vernon nastily. Well, if that's all,' said Harry, getting to his feet. He was desperate to be alone, to think, perhaps to send a letter to Ron, Hermione or Sirius. NO, IT RUDDY WELL IS NOT ALL! ' bellowed Uncle ...
Harry Potter (65) Beaming, he closed his classroom door in her snarling face. Fred and George were heroes that night in the Gryffindor common room. Even Hermione fought her way through the excited crowd to congratulate them. They were wonderful fireworks,' she said admiringly. Thanks,' said ...
Aunt Petunia’s masterpiece of a pudding, the mountain of cream and sugared violets, was floating up near the ceiling. On top of a cupboard in the corner crouched Dobby. ‘No,’ croaked Harry. ‘Please … they’ll kill me …’ ‘Harry Potter must say he’s not going back to sch...