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"But," said Harry, frowning, "it seems mad. . . . Risking everything, throwing away his job, just for those . . ."
"I swear they're getting smaller," he said.
"Oh, it's a Gurdyroot," she said, stuffing the cat litter and the toadstool back into her bag. "You can keep it if you like, I've got a few of them. They're really excellent for warding off Gulping Plimpies." And she walked away, leaving Ron chortling, still clutching the Gurdyroot.
"Let us speak openly. Why have you come here tonight, surrounded by henchmen, to request a job we both know you do not want?"
"I could hear the match commentary from here," said Ron, his voice now shaking with laughter. "I hope Luna always commentates from now on. . . . Loser's Lurgy ..."
He found Ron and Hermione in the Great Hall, already halfway through an early lunch.
"It's Cadwallader!" said Professor McGonagall loudly from beside Luna. The crowd laughed.
"Ah no!" said Ron, staring horror-struck at the parchment. "Don't say I'll have to write the whole thing out again!"
'Brilliant,' said Ron eagerly, and he gulped the antidote down noisily.
He could not think of an argument against it; after all, McLaggen had certainly performed second-best in the trials.
"Well, the rumor is that it was that Fenrir Greyback," said Hermione.
"Yeah," said Harry. "Yeah, I suppose so. ..."
"Get goin," said Hagrid out of the corner of his mouth.
"It isn't Lavender!" said Hermione impatiently, as another cou-ple of girls appeared in the courtyard and Ron dived behind her.
Harry and Ron left the hospital wing first thing on Monday morning, restored to full health by the ministrations of Madam Pomfrey and now able to enjoy the benefits of having been knocked out and poisoned, the best of which was that Hermione was friends with Ron again. Hermione even escorted them down to breakfast, bringing with her the news that Ginny had argued with Dean. The drowsing creature in Harry's chest suddenly raised its head, sniffing the air hopefully.
'Professor, I'm really sorry to disturb you,' said Harry as quietly as possible, while Ron stood on tiptoe, attempting to see past Slughorn into his room, 'but my friend Ron's swallowed a love potion by mistake. You couldn't make him an antidote, could you? I'd take him to Madam Pomfrey, but we're not supposed to have anything from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes and, you know ... awkward questions ...'（央视记者 徐海霞）