正文预览

第8章 视死如归

“If you're going to tell them the story, get a move on, Remus,” said Black, who was still watching Scabbers's every desperate move. “I've waited twelve years, I'm not going to wait much longer.”

“I think not,” replied Mrs. Maylie, taking it back. “I will wait

“He made your wand! That’s why I thought – Quidditch – ”

“I did?”

“If you want to kill Harry, you'll have to kill us too!” he said fiercely, though the effort of standing upright was draining him of still more color, and he swayed slightly as he spoke.

“I heard the doctor tell them I was dying,” replied the child,

“Is there?” asked madame, vacantly.

“I couldn’t… make one.” he panted, clutching the stitch in his side. “Wouldn’t… come.”

“In you get, Harry,” said Mr. Weasley, glancing up and down the crowded street.