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第6章 天地火葬

Harry shook his head. All that had taken place around that black lake seemed like an old nightmare now; had it really happened, and only hours ago?

handkerchief again, and giving one little stamp on the ground

Harry ignored him and made his solitary way up the marble staircase, through the deserted corridors, and back to Gryffindor Tower.

He read the letter again, but could not take in any more meaning than he had done the first time, and was reduced to staring at the handwriting itself. She had made her “g”s the same way he did. He searched through the letter for every one of them, and each felt like a friendly little wave glimpsed from behind a veil. The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son.

He said this as he helped me to alight from the carriage, and

Harry washed his hands and bolted down his pitiful supper. The moment he had finished, Aunt Petunia whisked away his plate. “Upstairs! Hurry!”

Harry did not answer at once; he was still savouring the moment of blinding realisation as he rubbed his forehead ...

Harry swung his legs up onto his bed and leaned back against his pillows, watching the moon glinting at him through the tower window.

He did not know how he had managed to gain her confidence and did not ask, he simply listened, hard, as she went on.