The lane was bordered on the left by wild, low-growing brambles, on the right by a high, neatly manicured hedge.
Under the night the trees stood tall before them, arched over the road and stream that ran suddenly beneath their spreading boughs. tall trees arched over the path
….returning for the start of the new school year at Hogwarts, which five of the Weasley children currently attend.
Never before had he been able to get up whenever he wanted or eat whatever he fancied. He could even go wherever he liked, as long as it was in DA.
Harry didn’t have to do his homework under the blanket by torchlight any more; now he could sit in the bright sunshine outside FF’s Ice-Cream parlour, finishing all his essays with occasional help from FF himself, who, apart from knowing a great deal about medieval witch burning, gave Harry free sundaes every half hour. The windows were open and sun was pouring inside.
The staff room, a long, paneled room full of old, mismatched chairs, was empty except for one teacher. About the person:
It was the scar that made Harry so particularly unusual, even for a wizard. The effect of this simple sentence on the rest of the family was incredible: The effect of his act on us students was incredible:
Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways. For one thing, he hated the summer holidays more than any other time of year. For another, he really wanted to do his homework, but was forced to do it in secret, in the dead of night. And he also he also happened to be a wizard.
But after ten minutes alone in the dark street, a new emotion overtook him: panic…… And the worst of it was,…..
Before he had found it, be straightened up suddenly, looking around him once more. Stan was only a few years older then he was; eighteen or nineteen at most, with large, protruding ears and a fair few pimples.
Harry wouldn’t forget the terror on H’s face when he had been told where he was going, and H was one of the bravest people Harry knew. They all looked very pleased to go.
Fudge smiled at Harry over the rim of his teacup, rather like an uncle surveying a
favorite nephew.
Even though he wouldn’t admit it, I always knew my dad was happy to see me when I
came home. I’d usually head over at night, when he was home from work, and we’d have a nice chat about things that were going on in each other’s lives. It was the first time I had ever felt like I had an adult relationship with my dad. We were growing closer and becoming friends. I realized that we’d really broken down some barriers one evening in late June when he asked me to help him with a project in his garden that Friday.
About the object:
描述记忆球 this is a …. If there’s someone untrustworthy around, it’s supposed to light up and spin. Bill says it’s rubbish sold for wizard tourists and isn’t reliable, because it kept lighting up at dinner last night. But he didn’t realize Fred and George had put beetles in his soup.
学科 But it’ll be fascinating to study them from the wizarding point of view.
About the event: 即使,也不。
One the rare occasion that they did catch a real witch or wizard, burning had no effect whatsoever.
Every now and then (occasionally)
…began to write, pausing every now and then to listen,….
….had been a real problem for Harry, because his teachers at Hogwarts had given him a lot of holiday work
Apart from his friends, the thing that Harry missed most about H was Quidditch, the most popular sport in the magical world- highly dangerous, very exciting and played on broomsticks.
Apart from tears, only time could wear thing away.
Far from wishing Harry a happy birthday, none of the Dursleys gave any sign that they had noticed Harry enter the room, but Harry was far too used to this to care. Feel worse than ever.
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