I'm fine,said Harry, rubbing his ears, which felt as though they had left Privet Drive rather reluctantly. But I think I might prefer brooms. . . .

I'm fine,said Harry, rubbing his ears, which felt as though they had left Privet Drive rather reluctantly. But I think I might prefer brooms. . . .

“我挺好的，”哈利揉着耳朵说，他觉得他的耳朵似乎是很不情愿地离开了女贞路，“但我好像更喜欢骑着扫帚飞行。”