时间：2020 01-21 作者：ppzylua 浏览量：59948
'Don't put it away, idiot boy!' she shrieked. 'What if there are more of them around? Oh, I'm going to kill Mundungus Fletcher!'
But he fell silent. He had heard just the thing he had been dreading.
'I heard you last night,' said Dudley breathlessly. Talking in your sleep. Moaning.'
Dumbledore's just arrived at the Ministry and he's trying to sort it all out. DO NOT LEAVE YOUR AUNT AND UNCLE'S HOUSE. DO NOT DO ANY MORE MAGIC. DO NOT SURRENDER YOUR WAND.
'Hang on, don't go yet! I want to know - '
'What is it, son? What's happened7 Did Mrs Polkiss give you something foreign for tea?'
'Why were you lurking under our window?'
'He's ill, Vernon!'
'C-cut it out! Stop doing it! I'll h-hit you, I swear I will!'
The scrupulously clean kitchen had an oddly unreal glitter after the darkness outside. Aunt Petunia was ushering Dudley into a chair; he was still very green and clammy-looking. Uncle Vernon was standing in front of the draining board, glaring at Harry through tiny, narrowed eyes.
Don't think about that, Harry told himself sternly for the hundredth time that summer. It was bad enough that he kept revisiting the graveyard in his nightmares, without dwelling on it in his waking moments too.