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"All we've got to worry about now are airplanes," said Ron.
"Now what?" said Harry, blinking at the solid mass of cloud pressing in on them from all sides.
"What happened, Harry? What happened? Is he ill? But you can cure him, can't you?" Colin had run down from his seat and was now dancing alongside them as they left the field. Ron gave a huge heave and more slugs dribbled down his front.
They set off up the corridor together. Nearly Headless Nick, Harry noticed, was still holding Sir Patrick's rejection letter..
It was a different world. The wheels of the car skimmed the sea of fluffy cloud, the sky a bright, endless blue under the blinding white sun.
"I persuaded Peeves to crash it right over Filch's office," said Nick eagerly.
"It's not my fault," retorted Draco. "The teachers all have favorites, that Hermione Granger -"
Ron grinned guiltily at Harry.
On and on it went, over three sides of paper, right down to:
"Filth!" he shouted, his jowls aquiver, his eyes popping alarmingly as he pointed at the muddy puddle that had dripped from Harry's Quidditch robes.
It was still right below them, winding its way past a snowcapped mountain. It was much darker beneath the canopy of clouds.
"'Course I do," said Ron quickly. "But -you must admit it's weird ......
Filch's knobbly hands were twisting together.
"Why do you want it?" said Harry.
Rain was still lashing the windows, which were now inky black, but inside all looked bright and cheerful. The firelight glowed over the countless squashy armchairs where people sat reading, talking, doing homework or, in the case of Fred and George Weasley, trying to find out what would happen if you fed a Filibuster firework to a salamander. Fred had "rescued" the brilliant orange, fire-dwelling lizard from a Care of Magical Creatures class and it was now smouldering gently on a table surrounded by a knot of curious people.
A moving, black-and-white Lockhart was tugging hard on an arm Harry recognized as his own. He was pleased to see that his photographic self was putting up a good fight and refusing to be dragged into view. As Harry watched, Lockhart gave up and slumped, panting, against the white edge of the picture.（央视记者 徐海霞）