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第9章 威胁

Harry rubbed his forehead, thinking. He had a vague idea he had heard the name before, but he could not think where.

Harry put his foot on the top of Buckbeak's wing and hoisted himself onto its back. Buckbeak stood up. Harry wasn't sure where to hold on; everything in front of him was covered with feathers.

happiness, that he would bring you to misery, bring you to sorrow

Hagrid raised his bushy eyebrows at the disbelieving expressions on their faces.

Harry turned back to the remaining owls. One of them, the large snowy female, was his own Hedwig. She, too, was carrying a parcel and looked extremely pleased with herself. She gave Harry an affectionate nip with her beak as he removed her burden, then flew across the room to join Errol.

he doorway into the town!

has walked a little slower than he used, these few last evenings, mother.'

He had moved about two inches when several things happened in very quick succession.

Harry sped toward the hostages, half expecting the merpeople to lower their spears and charge at him, but they did nothing. The ropes of weed tying the hostages to the statue were thick, slimy, and very strong. For a fleeting second he thought of the knife Sirius had bought him for Christmas - locked in his trunk in the castle a quarter of a mile away, no use to him whatsoever.