时间：2020 01-22 作者：iodhnab 浏览量：94240
'Harry, we wanted to tell you, we really did - ' Hermione began.
She was sitting bolt upright in her chair, her fists clenched an its arms, every trace of drowsiness gone.
'Git,' said Fred idly
Harry walked up the worn stone steps, staring at the newly materialised door. Its black paint was shabby and scratched. The silver doorknocker was in the form of a twisted serpent. There was no keyhole or letterbox.
He showed Harry the index finger of his right hand, which sported a half-healed but clearly deep cut.
'Bet Percy loved that.'
They're not giving anything away yet,' said Bill. 'I still can't work out whether or not they believe he's back. Course, they might prefer not to take sides at all. Keep out of it.'
'Bill doesn't like him, either,' said Ginny, as though that settled the matter.
'I did!' said Harry indignantly. 'I asked Ron and Hermione but they said we're not allowed in the Order, so - '
'Hello, Harry,' he said grimly, 'I see you've met my mother.'
'Right,' said Harry. He noticed that her hands, too, bore the marks of Hedwig's beak and found that he was not at all sorry.
Harry, Sirius and Mundungus looked round and, within a split second, they had dived away from the table. Fred and George had bewitched a large cauldron of stew, an iron flagon of Butterbeer and a heavy wooden breadboard, complete with knife, to hurtle through the air towards them. The stew skidded the length of the table and came to a halt just before the end, leaving a long black burn on the wooden surface; the flagon of Butterbeer fell with a crash, spilling its contents everywhere; the bread knife slipped off the board and landed, point down and quivering ominously, exactly where Sirius's right hand had been seconds before.。