Goyle emptied his pockets, looking extremely sulky. It turned out that Ron's niffler had been most successful, so Hagrid gave him an enormous slab of Honeydukes chocolate for a prize.
" Woe betide the type Bs" remarks the presenter, Marnie Chesterton-an informal British expression said when there will be trouble ahead for someone-in this case, poor type Bs!
主持人玛利·切斯特顿评价道“愁苦脸的 B 型血”——这是一个不正式的英式表达,表示某人会遇到麻烦——在这里意思是可怜的 B 型血!
Harry had swallowed a considerable amount of bubbles in shock. He stood up, sputtering, and saw the ghost of a very glum-looking girl sitting cross-legged on top of one of the taps.
Then, seeing their stricken faces, he added quickly, " But Dumbledore's not worried, so don't you three get yourselves in a state; I'm sure Hagrid's fine."
A sallow-skinned, mournful-looking wizard lay in the bed opposite staring at the ceiling; he was mumbling to himself and seemed quite unaware of anything around him.
Uncle Vernon had threatened to lock Harry in the shed if he came home after Dudley ever again, so, stifling a yawn, and still scowling, Harry set off towards the park gate.