时间：2020 01-19 作者：pruwspi 浏览量：23007
'I don't know,' said Aunt Petunia, unconcerned. 'Not in the house.'
Dumbledore was trying to sort it all out . . . what did that mean? how much power did Dumbledore have to override the Ministry of Magic? Was there a chance that he might be allowed back to Hogwarts, then? A small shoot of hope burgeoned in Harry's chest, almost immediately strangled by panic - how was he supposed to refuse to surrender his wand without doing magic? He'd have to duel with the Ministry representatives, and if he did that, he'd be lucky to escape Azkaban, let alone expulsion.
'Ouch - gerroff - gerroff, you mad old bat! Someone's gotta tell Dumbledore!'
'. . . squealed like a pig, didn't he?' Malcolm was saying, to guffaws from the others.
'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!'
'Dementors?' repeated Mundungus, aghast. 'Dementors, 'ere?'
'I'll t-tell Dad!' Dudley whimpered. 'W-where are you? What are you d-do-?'
'Same time tomorrow?' said Dudley.
Dear Mr Potter,
'What?' said Harry blankly.
'You're going to stay here and explain how my son - '
He let out a long, slow breath and stared up at the brilliant blue sky. Every day this summer had been the same: the tension, the expectation, the temporary relief, and then mounting tension again . . . and always, growing more insistent all the time, the question of why nothing had happened yet.。