正文预览

第0章 一语成箴

“No,” said Harry, his throat dry. “No, nothing like that.”

“Riddikulus!” bellowed Ron, and the spider's legs vanished; it rolled over and over; Lavender Brown squealed and ran out of its way and it came to a halt at Harry's feet. He raised his wand, ready, but —

“Mrs. Mann,” said Mr. Bumble, not sitting upon, or dropping

“M-my Lord,” stammered the goblin, its black eyes wide with terror, “m-my Lord… we t-tried to st-stop them… Im-impostors, my Lord… broke -broke into the – into the Lestranges’ vault…”

“Perhaps I do, my dear,” said the Jew, with a shrill chuckle.

“Slytherins!” yelled Gaunt. “Salazar Slytherin's! We're his last living descendants, what do you say to that, eh?”

“Neville, we're going to back away,” said Professor Lupin. “Let you have a clear field, all right? I'll call the next person forward…Everyone back, now, so Neville can get a clear shot —”

“No one from the Order writes to me anymore,” said Harry, “not since Sirius —”

“No,” he said, and his voice was cracked with lack of use. “Come back!”