时间：2020 01-22 作者：ttockee 浏览量：96637
'They guard the wizard prison, Azkaban,' said Aunt Petunia.
'Mount your brooms, that's the first signal!' said Lupin sharply, pointing into the sky.
'It's all right, Harry. We've come to take you away.'
He gestured at his massive chest. Harry understood. Dudley was remembering the clammy cold that filled the lungs as hope and happiness were sucked out of you.
'We're going out,' he said.
Her eyes widened as they fell on the broomstick in Harry's right hand. It was his pride and joy, a gift from Sirius, an international-standard broomstick.
He flung himself down at the kitchen table and faced Dudley and Aunt Petunia. The Dursleys appeared taken aback at his abrupt change of mind. Aunt Petunia glanced despairingly at Uncle Vernon. The vein in his purple temple was throbbing worse than ever.
'How're we getting - wherever we're going?' Harry asked.
She took off immediately. The moment she'd gone, Harry threw himself down on his bed without undressing and stared at the dark ceiling. In addition to every other miserable feeling, he now felt guilty that he'd been irritable with Hedwig; she was the only friend he had at number four, Privet Drive But he'd make it up to her when she came back with the answers from Sirius, Ron and Hermione.
'Oh - yeah,' said Harry, grabbing a few more books.
'Horrible,' croaked Dudley. 'Cold. Really cold.'