时间：2020 01-19 作者：zcguxcq 浏览量：99001
'Really soon, Harry,' said Hermione earnestly. 'We promise.
Hagrid bowed his great shaggy head.
'So, Potter . . . give us a shout if you need us. If we don't hear from you for three days in a row, we'll send someone along . . .'
'Anyway, that's not the point,' interjected Tonks, whose pink hair seemed to offend Aunt Petunia more than all the rest put together, for she closed her eyes rather than look at her. 'The point is, if we find out you've been horrible to Harry - '
'He's got to,' said Harry, 'the other centaurs won't take him back, will they?'
Harry raised his eyebrows.
A most peculiar expression stole over Nearly Headless Nick's face as he inserted a finger in the stiff ruff at his neck and tugged it a little straighter, apparently to give himself thinking time. He desisted only when his partially severed neck seemed about to give way completely.
'What are they supposed to be?' he asked, pointing at the jackets.
'What d'you mean?' said Harry quickly.
'Good evening,' he said, withdrawing the rest of his body from the solid stone and smiling at Harry. 'I am not the only one who is late, then? Though,' he sighed, 'in a rather different sense, of course . . .'
Dumbledore surveyed him for a moment through his glasses.
Harry's heart began to race. He had not told Ron, Hermione or anyone else what the prophecy had contained. Neville had told them it had smashed while Harry was pulling him up the steps in the Death Room and Harry had not yet corrected this impression. He was not ready to see their expressions when he told them that he must be either murderer or victim, there was no other way . . .;