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"No," said Tonks.
"His office isn't here," said Harry, "it's round the other side of the castle, behind the gargoyle —"
"I am glad you approve," said Dumbledore, smiling. "May I offer you a drink?"
"Yeah, it's great," said Ron glumly, who was attempting to mop up the sodden mass of ink chat had recently been an almost com-pleted essay. Hermione pulled it toward her and began siphoning the ink off with her wand.
"What are you talking about?" said Hermione, laughing. "You've never taken any!"
"What’re you doing here?" he said, scrambling to his feet again; why did she always have to find him lying on the floor?
'You've just eaten half a box of Chocolate Cauldrons, haven't you?'
"What does it feel like?" whispered Hermione.
'No thanks,' said Harry, looking up. 'Malfoy's gone again!'
"Does it matter right now?"
"Harry, you can't be thinking of going," said Hermione. "It's such a pointless thing to get detention for."
"Nice of you to drop in," said Ron, grinning.
"Then we shall say no more about it just now," said Dumbledore more kindly, "but continue with our story where we left off. You remember where that was?"
"Well, quite," said Dumbledore, with a faint smile. "And now it is time to hear from Hokey the house-elf, who worked for a very old, very rich witch by the name of Hepzibah Smith."
"It isn't Lavender!" said Hermione impatiently, as another cou-ple of girls appeared in the courtyard and Ron dived behind her.
ever, though a few more people had managed to Splinch themselves. Frustration was running high and there was a certain amount of ill-feeling towards Wilkie Twycross and his three Ds, which had inspired a number of nicknames for him, the politest of which were Dog-breath and Dung-head.（央视记者 徐海霞）