Dumbledore's abrupt1 departure took Harry2 completely by surprise. He remained sitting where he was in the chained chair, struggling with his feelings of shock and relief. The Wizengamot were all getting to their feet, talking, gathering3 up their papers and packing them away. Harry stood up. Nobody seemed to be paying him the slightest bit of attention, except the toadlike witch on Fudge's right, who was now gazing down at him instead of at Dumbledore. Ignoring her, he tried to catch Fudge's eye, or Madam Bones's, wanting to ask whether he was free to go, but Fudge seemed quite determined4 not to notice Harry, and Madam Bones was busy with her briefcase5, so he took a lew tentative steps towards the exit and, when nobody called him back, broke into a very fast walk.
He took the last lew steps at a run, wrenched6 open the door and almost collided with Mr. Weasley, who was standing7 right outside, looking pale and apprehensive8.
‘Dumbledore didn't say—’
‘Cleared,’ Harry said, pulling the door closed behind him, ‘of all charges!’
Beaming, Mr Weasley seized Harry by the shoulders.
‘Harry, that's wonderful! Well, of course, they couldn't have found you guilty, not on the evidence, but even so, I can't pretend I wasn't—’
But Mr. Weasley broke off, because the courtroom door had ust opened again. The Wizengamot were filing out.
‘Merlin's beard!’ exclaimed Mr. Weasley wonderingly, pulling Harry aside to let them all pass. ‘You were tried by the full court?’
‘I think so,’ said Harry quietly.
One or two of the wizards nodded to Harry as they passed and a few, including Madam Bones, said, ‘Morning, Arthur,’ to Mr. Weasley, but most averted9 their eyes. Cornelius Fudge and the toadlike witch were almost the last to leave the dungeon10. Fudge acted as though Mr. Weasley and Harry were part of the wall, but again, the witch looked almost appraisingly11 at Harry as she passed. Last of all to pass was Percy. Like Fudge, he completely ignored his father and Harry; he marched past clutching a large roll of parchment and a handful of spare quills12, his back rigid13 and his nose in the air. The lines around Mr. Weasley's mouth tightened14 slightly, but other than this he gave no sign that he had seen his third son.
‘I'm going to take you straight back so you can tell the others the good news,’ he said, beckoning15 Harry forwards as Percy's heels disappeared up the steps to Level Nine. ‘I'll drop you off on the way to that toilet in Bethnal Green. Come on....’
‘So, what will you have to do about the toilet?’ Harry asked, grinning. Everything suddenly seemed five times funnier than usual. It was starting to sink in: He was cleared, he was going back to Hogwarts.
‘Oh, it's a simple enough anti-jinx,’ said Mr. Weasley as they mounted the stairs, ‘but it's not so much having to repair the damage, it's more the attitude behind the vandalism, Harry. Muggle-baiting might strike some wizards as funny, but it's an expression of something much deeper and nastier, and I for one—’
Mr. Weasley broke off in mid-sentence. They had just reached the ninth-level corridor and Cornelius Fudge was standing a few feet away from them, talking quietly to a tall man with sleek16 blond hair and a pointed17, pale face.
The second man turned at the sound of their footsteps. He, too, broke off in mid-conversation, his cold grey eyes narrowed and fixed18 upon Harry's face.
‘Well, well, well ... Patronus Potter,’ said Lucius Malfoy coolly.
Harry felt winded, as though he had just walked into something solid. He had last seen those cold grey eyes through slits19 in a Death Eater's hood20, and last heard that man's voice jeering21 in a dark graveyard22 while Lord Voldemort tortured him. Harry could not believe that Lucius Malfoy dared look him in the face; he could not believe that he was here, in the Ministry23 of Magic, or that Cornelius Fudge was talking to him, when Harry had told Fudge mere24 weeks ago that Malfoy was a Death Eater.
‘The Minister was just telling me about your lucky escape, Potter,’ drawled Mr. Malfoy. ‘Quite astonishing, the way you continue to wriggle25 out of very tight holes.... Snakelike, in fact...’
Mr. Weasley gripped Harry's shoulder in warning.
‘Yeah,’ said Harry, ‘yeah, I'm good at escaping.’
Lucius Malfoy raised his eyes to Mr. Weasley's face.
‘And Arthur Weasley too! What are you doing here, Arthur?’
‘I work here,’ said Mr. Weasley curtly26.
‘Not here, surely?’ said Mr. Malfoy, raising his eyebrows27 and glancing towards the door over Mr. Weasley's shoulder. ‘I thought you were up on the second floor.... Don't you do something that involves sneaking28 Muggle artefacts home and bewitching them?’
‘No,’ Mr. Weasley snapped, his fingers now biting into Harry's shoulder.
‘What areyou doing here, anyway?’ Harry asked Lucius Malfoy.
‘I don't think private matters between myself and the Minister are any concern of yours, Potter,’ said Malfoy, smoothing the front of his robes. Harry distinctly heard the gentle clinking of what sounded like a full pocket of gold. ‘Really, just because you are Dumbledore's favourite boy, you must not expect the same indulgence from the rest of us.... Shall we go up to your office, then, Minister?’
‘Certainly,’ said Fudge, turning his back on Harry and Mr. Weasley. ‘This way, Lucius.’
They strode off together, talking in low voices. Mr. Weasley did not let go of Harry's shoulder until they had disappeared into the lift.
‘Why wasn't he waiting outside Fudge's office if they've got business to do together?’ Harry burst out furiously. ‘What was he doing down here?’
‘Trying to sneak29 down to the courtroom, if you ask me,’ said Mr. Weasley, looking extremely agitated30 and glancing over his shoulder as though making sure they could not be overheard. ‘Trying to find out whether you'd been expelled or not. I'll leave a note for Dumbledore when I drop you off, he ought to know Malfoy's been talking to Fudge again.’
‘What private business have they got together, anyway?’
‘Gold, I expect,’ said Mr. Weasley angrily. ‘Malfoy's been giving generously to all sorts of things for years.... Gets him in with the right people ... then he can ask favours ... delay laws he doesn't want passed... Oh, he's very well-connected, Lucius Malfoy....’
The lift arrived; it was empty except for a flock of memos31 that flapped around Mr. Weasley's head as he pressed the button for the Atrium and the doors clanged shut. He waved them away irritably32.
‘Mr. Weasley,’ said Harry slowly, ‘if Fudge is meeting Death Eaters like Malfoy, if he's seeing them alone, how do we know they haven't put the Imperius Curse on him?’
‘Don't think it hadn't occurred to us, Harry,’ said Mr. Weasley quietly. ‘But Dumbledore thinks Fudge is acting34 of his own accord at the moment—which, as Dumbledore says, is not a lot of comfort.... Best not talk about it any more just now, Harry....’
The doors slid open and they stepped out into the now almost-deserted Atrium. Eric the watchwizard was hidden behind his Daily Prophet again. They had walked straight past the golden fountain before Harry remembered.
‘Wait....’ he told Mr. Weasley, and, pulling his moneybag from his pocket, he turned back to the fountain.
He looked up into the handsome wizard's face, but up close, Harry thought he looked rather weak and foolish. The witch was wearing a vapid35 smile like a beauty contestant36, and from what Harry knew of goblins and centaurs37, they were most unlikely to be caught staring so soppily at humans of any description. Only the house-elf's attitude of creeping servility looked convincing. With a grin at the thought of what Hermione would say if she could see the statue of the elf, Harry turned his moneybag upside-down and emptied not just ten Galleons38, but the whole contents into the pool at the statues’ feet.
‘I knew it!’ yelled Ron, punching the air. ‘You always get away with stuff!’
‘They were bound to clear you,’ said Hermione, who had looked positively39 faint with anxiety when Harry had entered the kitchen and was now holding a shaking hand over her eyes, ‘there was no case against you, none at all.’
‘Everyone seems quite relieved, though, considering you all knew I'd get off,’ said Harry, smiling.
Mrs. Weasley was wiping her face on her apron40, and Fred, George, and Ginny were doing a kind of war dance to a chant that went: ‘He got off, he got off, he got off—’
‘That's enough! Settle down!’ shouted Mr. Weasley, though he too was smiling. ‘Listen, Sirius, Lucius Malfoy was at the Ministry—’
‘What?’ said Sirius sharply.
‘He got off, he got off, he got off—’
‘Be quiet, you three! Yes, we saw him talking to Fudge on Level Nine, then they went up to Fudge's office together. Dumbledore ought to know.’
‘Absolutely,’ said Sirius. ‘We'll tell him, don't worry.’
‘Well, I'd better get going, there's a vomiting41 toilet waiting for me in Bethnal Green. Molly, I'll be late, I'm covering for Tonks, but Kingsley might be dropping in for dinner—’
‘He got off, he got off, he got off—’
‘That's enough—Fred—George—Ginny!’ said Mrs. Weasley, as Mr. Weasley left the kitchen. ‘Harry, dear, come and sit down, have some lunch, you hardly ate breakfast....’
Ron and Hermione sat themselves down opposite him, looking happier than they had done since he had first arrived at Grimmauld Place, and Harry's feeling of giddy relief, which had been somewhat dented42 by his encounter with Lucius Malfoy, swelled43 again. The gloomy house seemed warmer and more welcoming all of a sudden; even Kreacher looked less ugly as he poked44 his snoutlike nose into the kitchen to investigate the source of all the noise.
’ ‘Course, once Dumbledore turned up on your side, there was no way they were going to convict you,’ said Ron happily, now dishing great mounds45 of mashed46 potato on to everyone's plates.
‘Yeah, he swung it for me,’ said Harry. He felt it would sound highly ungrateful, not to mention childish, to say, ‘I wish he'd talked to me, though. Or even looked at me.’
And as he thought this, the scar on his forehead burned so badly that he clapped his hand to it..
‘What's up?’ said Hermione, looking alarmed.
‘Scar,’ Harry mumbled47. ‘But it's nothing.... It happens all the time now....’
None of the others had noticed a thing; all of them were now helping48 themselves to food while gloating over Harry's narrow escape; Fred, George, and Ginny were still singing. Hermione looked rather anxious, but before she could say anything, Ron had said happily, ‘I bet Dumbledore turns up this evening, to celebrate with us, you know.’
‘I don't think he'll be able to, Ron,’ said Mrs. Weasley, setting a huge plate of roast chicken down in front of Harry. ‘He's really very busy at the moment.’
‘HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF. HE GOT OFF—’
‘SHUT UP!’ roared Mrs. Weasley.
Over the next few days Harry could not help noticing that there was one person within number twelve, Grimmauld Place, who did not seem wholly overjoyed that he would be returning to Hogwarts. Sirius had put up a very good show of happiness on first hearing the news, wringing49 Harry's hand and beaming just like the rest of them. Soon, however, he was moodier50 and surlier than before, talking less to everybody, even Harry, and spending increasing amounts of time shut up in his mother's room with Buckbeak.
‘Don't you go feeling guilty!’ said Hermione sternly, after Harry had confided51 some of his feelings to her and Ron while they scrubbed out a mouldy cupboard on the third floor a few days later. ‘You belong at Hogwarts and Sirius knows it. Personally, I think he's being selfish.’
‘That's a bit harsh, Hermione,’ said Ron, frowning as he attempted to prise off a bit of mould that had attached itself firmly to his finger, ‘you wouldn't want to be stuck inside this house without any company.’
‘He'll have company!’ said Hermione. ‘It's Headquarters to the Order of the Phoenix52, isn't it? He just got his hopes up that Harry would be coming to live here with him.’
‘I don't think that's true,’ said Harry, wringing out his cloth. ‘He wouldn't give me a straight answer when I asked him if I could.’
‘He just didn't want to get his own hopes up even more,’ said Hermione wisely. ‘And he probably felt a bit guilty himself, because I think a part of him was really hoping you'd be expelled. Then you'd both be outcasts together.’
‘Come off it!’ said Harry and Ron together, but Hermione merely shrugged53.
‘Suit yourselves. But I sometimes think Ron's mum's right and Sirius gets confused about whether you're you or your father, Harry.’
‘So you think he's touched in the head?’ said Harry heatedly.
‘No, I just think he's been very lonely for a long time,’ said Hermione simply.
At this point, Mrs. Weasley entered the bedroom behind them.
‘Still not finished?’ she said, poking54 her head into the cupboard.
‘I thought you might be here to tell us to have a break!’ said Ron bitterly. ‘D'you know how much mould we've got rid of since we arrived here?’
‘You were so keen to help the Order,’ said Mrs. Weasley, ‘you can do your bit by making Headquarters fit to live in.’
‘I feel like a house-elf,’ grumbled55 Ron.
‘Well, now you understand what dreadful lives they lead, perhaps you'll be a bit more active in S.P.E.W.!’ said Hermione hopefully, as Mrs. Weasley left them to it. ‘You know, maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to show people exactly how horrible it is to clean all the time—we could do a sponsored scrub of Gryffindor common room, all proceeds to S.P.E.W., it would raise awareness56 as well as funds—’
‘I'll sponsor you to shut up about spew,’ Ron muttered irritably, but only so Harry could hear him.
Harry found himself daydreaming57 about Hogwarts more and more as the end of the holidays approached; he could not wait to see Hagrid again, to play Quidditch, even to stroll across the vegetable patches to the Herbology greenhouses; it would be a treat just to leave this dusty, musty house, where half of the cupboards were still bolted shut and Kreacher wheezed58 insults out of the shadows as you passed, though Harry was careful not to say any of this within earshot of Sirius.
The fact was that living at the Headquarters of the anti-Voldemort movement was not nearly as interesting or exciting as Harry would have expected before he'd experienced it. Though members of the Order of the Phoenix came and went regularly, sometimes staying for meals, sometimes only for a few minutes of whispered conversation, Mrs. Weasley made sure that Harry and the others were kept well out of earshot (whether Extendable or normal) and nobody, not even Sirius, seemed to feel that Harry needed to know anything more than he had heard on the night of his arrival.
On the very last day of the holidays Harry was sweeping59 up Hedwig's owl33 droppings from the top of the wardrobe when Ron entered their bedroom carrying a couple of envelopes.
‘Booklists have arrived,’ he said, throwing one of the envelopes up to Harry, who was standing on a chair. ‘About time, I thought they'd forgotten, they usually come much earlier than this....’
Harry swept the last of the droppings into a rubbish bag and threw the bag over Ron's head into the wastepaper basket in the corner, which swallowed it and belched60 loudly. He then opened his letter. It contained two pieces of parchment: one the usual reminder61 that term started on the first of September; the other telling him which books he would need for the coming year.
‘Only two new ones,’ he said, reading the list, ‘The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5, by Miranda Goshawk, and Defensive62 Magical Theory, by Wilbert Slinkhard.’
Crack.
Fred and George Apparated right beside Harry. He was so used to them doing this by now that he didn't even fall off his chair.
‘We were just wondering who assigned the Slinkhard book,’ said Fred conversationally63.
‘Because it means Dumbledore's found a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher,’ said George.
‘And about time too,’ said Fred.
‘What d'you mean?’ Harry asked, jumping down beside them.
Well, we overheard Mum and Dad talking on the Extendable Ears a few weeks back,’ Fred told Harry, ‘and from what they were saying, Dumbledore was having real trouble finding anyone to do the job this year.’
‘Not surprising, is it, when you look at what's happened to the last four?’ said George.
‘One sacked, one dead, one's memory removed, and one locked in a trunk for nine months,’ said Harry, counting them off on his fingers. ‘Yeah, I see what you mean.’
‘What's up with you, Ron?’ asked Fred.
Ron did not answer. Harry looked round. Ron was standing very still with his mouth slightly open, gaping64 at his letter from Hogwarts.
‘What's the matter?’ said Fred impatiently, moving around Ron to look over his shoulder at the parchment.
Fred's mouth fell open, too.
‘Prefect?’ he said, staring incredulously at the letter. ‘Prefect?’
George leapt forward, seized the envelope in Ron's other hand and turned it upside-down. Harry saw something scarlet65 and gold fall into George's palm.
‘No way,’ said George in a hushed voice.
‘There's been a mistake,’ said Fred, snatching the letter out of Ron's grasp and holding it up to the light as though checking for a watermark. ‘No one in their right mind would make Ron a prefect.’
The twins’ heads turned in unison66 and both of them stared at Harry.
‘We thought you were a cert!’ said Fred, in a tone that suggested Harry had tricked them in some way.
‘We thought Dumbledore was bound to pick you!’ said George indignantly.
‘Winning the Triwizard and everything!’ said Fred.
‘I suppose all the mad stuff must've counted against him,’ said George to Fred.
‘Yeah,’ said Fred slowly. ‘Yeah, you've caused too much trouble, mate. Well, at least one of you's got their priorities right.’
He strode over to Harry and clapped him on the back while giving Ron a scathing67 look.
‘Prefect ... ickle Ronnie the prefect...’
‘Oh, Mum's going to be revolting,’ groaned68 George, thrusting the prefect badge back at Ron as though it might contaminate him.
Ron, who still had not said a word, took the badge, stared at it for a moment, then held it out to Harry as though asking mutely for confirmation70 that it was genuine. Harry took it. A large ‘P’ was superimposed on the Gryffindor lion. He had seen a badge just like this on Percy's chest on his very first day at Hogwarts.
The door banged open. Hermione came tearing into the room, her cheeks flushed and her hair flying. There was an envelope in her hand.
‘Did you—did you get—?’
She spotted71 the badge in Harry's hand and let out a shriek72.
‘I knew it!’ she said excitedly, brandishing73 her letter. ‘Me too, Harry, me too!’
‘No,’ said Harry quickly, pushing the badge back into Ron's hand. ‘It's Ron, not me.’
‘It—what?’
‘Ron's prefect, not me,’ Harry said.
‘Ron?’ said Hermione, her jaw74 dropping. ‘But ... are you sure? I mean—’
She turned red as Ron looked round at her with a defiant75 expression on his lace.
‘It's my name on the letter,’ he said.
‘I....’ said Hermione, looking thoroughly76 bewildered. ‘I ... well ... wow! Well done, Ron! That's really—’
‘Unexpected,’ said George, nodding.
‘No,’ said Hermione, blushing harder than ever, ‘no it's not ... Ron's done loads of ... he's really...’
The door behind her opened a little wider and Mrs. Weasley backed into the room carrying a pile of freshly laundered77 robes.
‘Ginny said the booklists had come at last,’ she said, glancing around at all the envelopes as she made her way over to the bed and started sorting the robes into two piles. ‘If you give them to me I'll take them over to Diagon Alley78 this afternoon and get your books while you're packing. Ron, I'll have to get you more pyjamas79, these are at least six inches too short, I can't believe how fast you're growing ... what colour would you like?’
‘Get him red and gold to match his badge,’ said George, smirking80.
‘Match his what?’ said Mrs. Weasley absently, rolling up a pair of maroon81 socks and placing them on Ron's pile.
‘His badge,’ said Fred, with the air of getting the worst over quickly. ‘His lovely shiny new prefect's badge.’
Fred's words took a moment to penetrate82 Mrs. Weasley's preoccupation with pyjamas.
‘His ... but ... Ron, you're not...?’
Ron held up his badge.
Mrs. Weasley let out a shriek just like Hermione's.
‘I don't believe it! I don't believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That's everyone in the family!’
‘What are Fred and I, next-door neighbours?’ said George indignantly, as his mother pushed him aside and flung her arms around her youngest son.
‘Wait until your father hears! Ron, I'm so proud of you, what wonderful news, you could end up Head Boy just like Bill and Percy, it's the first step! Oh, what a thing to happen in the middle of all this worry, I'm just thrilled, oh, Ronnie—’
Fred and George were both making loud retching noises behind her back but Mrs. Weasley did not notice; arms tight around Ron's neck, she was kissing him all over his face, which had turned a brighter scarlet than his badge.
‘Mum ... don't ... Mum, get a grip....’ he muttered, trying to push her away.
She let go of him and said breathlessly, ‘Well, what will it be? We gave Percy an owl, but you've already got one, of course.’
‘W-what do you mean?’ said Ron, looking as though he did not dare believe his ears.
‘You've got to have a reward for this!’ said Mrs. Weasley fondly. ‘How about a nice new set of dress robes?’
‘We've already bought him some,’ said Fred sourly, who looked as though he sincerely regretted this generosity83.
‘Or a new cauldron, Charlie's old one's rusting69 through, or a new rat, you always liked Scabbers—’
‘Mum,’ said Ron hopefully, ‘can I have a new broom?’
Mrs. Weasley's face fell slightly; broomsticks were expensive.
‘Not a really good one!’ Ron hastened to add. ‘Just—just a new one for a change...’
Mrs. Weasley hesitated, then smiled.
‘Of course you can.... Well, I'd better get going if I've got a broom to buy too. I'll see you all later.... Little Ronnie, a prefect! And don't forget to pack your trunks.... A prefect... Oh, I'm all of a dither!’
She gave Ron yet another kiss on the cheek, sniffed84 loudly, and bustled85 from the room.
Fred and George exchanged looks.
‘You don't mind if we don't kiss you, do you, Ron?’ said Fred in a falsely anxious voice.
‘We could curtsey, if you like,’ said George.
‘Oh, shut up,’ said Ron, scowling86 at them.
‘Or what?’ said Fred, an evil grin spreading across his face. ‘Going to put us in detention87?’
‘I'd love to see him try,’ sniggered George.
‘He could if you don't watch out!’ said Hermione angrily.
Fred and George burst out laughing, and Ron muttered, ‘Drop it, Hermione.’
‘We're going to have to watch our step, George,’ said Fred, pretending to tremble, ‘with these two on our case....’
‘Yeah, it looks like our law-breaking days are finally over,’ said George, shaking his head.
And with another loud crack, the twins Disapparated.
‘Those two!’ said Hermione furiously, staring up at the ceiling, through which they could now hear Fred and George roaring with laughter in the room upstairs. ‘Don't pay any attention to them, Ron, they're only jealous!’
‘I don't think they are,’ said Ron doubtfully, also looking up at the ceiling. They've always said only prats become prefects.... Still,’ he added on a happier note, ‘they've never had new brooms! I wish I could go with Mum and choose.... She'll never be able to afford a Nimbus, but there's the new Cleansweep out, that'd be great.... Yeah, I think I'll go and tell her I like the Cleansweep, just so she knows....’
He dashed from the room, leaving Harry and Hermione alone.
For some reason, Harry found he did not want to look at Hermione. He turned to his bed, picked up the pile of clean robes Mrs. Weasley had laid on it and crossed the room to his trunk.
‘Harry?’ said Hermione tentatively.
‘Well done, Hermione,’ said Harry, so heartily88 it did not sound like his voice at all, and, still not looking at her, ‘brilliant. Prefect. Great.’
‘Thanks,’ said Hermione. ‘Erm—Harry—could I borrow Hedwig so I can tell Mum and Dad? They'll be really pleased—I mean prefect is something they can understand.’
‘Yeah, no problem,’ said Harry, still in the horrible hearty89 voice that did not belong to him. ‘Take her!’
He leaned over his trunk, laid the robes on the bottom of it and pretended to be rummaging90 for something while Hermione crossed to the wardrobe and called Hedwig down. A few moments passed; Harry heard the door close but remained bent91 double, listening; the only sounds he could hear were the blank picture on the wall sniggering again and the wastepaper basket in the corner coughing up the owl droppings.
He straightened up and looked behind him. Hermione had left and Hedwig had gone. Harry hurried across the room, closed the door, then returned slowly to his bed and sank on to it, gazing unseeingly at the foot of the wardrobe.
He had forgotten completely about prefects being chosen in the fifth year. He had been too anxious about the possibility of being expelled to spare a thought for the fact that badges must be winging their way towards certain people. But if he had remembered ... if he had thought about it ... what would he have expected?
Not this, said a small and truthful92 voice inside his head.
Harry screwed up his face and buried it in his hands. He could not lie to himself; if he had known the prefect badge was on its way, he would have expected it to come to him, not Ron. Did this make him as arrogant93 as Draco Malfoy? Did he think himself superior to everyone else? Did he really believe he was better than Ron?
No, said the small voice defiantly94.
Was that true? Harry wondered, anxiously probing his own feelings.
I'm better at Quidditch, said the voice. But I'm not better at anything else.
That was definitely true, Harry thought; he was no better than Ron in lessons. But what about outside lessons? What about those adventures he, Ron, and Hermione had had together since starting at Hogwarts, often risking much worse than expulsion?
Well, Ron and Hermione were with me most of the time, said the voice in Harry's head.
Not all the time, though, Harry argued with himself. They didn't fight Quirrell with me. They didn't take on Riddle95 and the Basilisk. They didn't get rid of all those dementors the night Sirius escaped. They weren't in that graveyard with me, the night Voldemort returned....
And the same feeling of ill-usage that had overwhelmed him on the night he had arrived rose again. I've definitely done more, Harry thought indignantly. I've done more than either of them!
But maybe, said the small voice fairly, maybe Dumbledore doesn't choose prefects because they've got themselves into a load of dangerous situations.... Maybe he chooses them for other reasons.... Ron must have something you don't....
Harry opened his eyes and stared through his fingers at the wardrobe's clawed feet, remembering what Fred had said.
‘No one in their right mind would make Ron a prefect....’
Harry gave a small snort of laughter. A second later he felt sickened with himself.
Ron had not asked Dumbledore to give him the prefect badge. This was not Ron's fault. Was he, Harry, Ron's best friend in the world, going to sulk because he didn't have a badge, laugh with the twins behind Ron's back, ruin this for Ron when, for the first time, he had beaten Harry at something?
At this point Harry heard Ron's footsteps on the stairs again. He stood up, straightened his glasses, and hitched96 a grin on to his face as Ron bounded back through the door.
‘Just caught her!’ he said happily. ‘She says she'll get the Cleansweep if she can.’
‘Cool,’ Harry said, and he was relieved to hear that his voice had stopped sounding hearty. ‘Listen—Ron—well done, mate.’
The smile faded off Ron's face.
‘I never thought it would be me!’ he said, shaking his head. ‘I thought it would be you!’
‘Nah, I've caused too much trouble,’ Harry said, echoing Fred.
‘Yeah,’ said Ron, ‘yeah, I suppose.... Well, we'd better get our trunks packed, hadn't we?’
It was odd how widely their possessions seemed to have scattered97 themselves since they had arrived. It took them most of the afternoon to retrieve98 their books and belongings99 from all over the house and stow them back inside their school trunks. Marry noticed that Ron kept moving his prefect's badge around, first placing it on his bedside table, then putting it into his jeans pocket, then taking it out and lying it on his folded robes, as though to see the effect of the red on the black. Only when Fred and George dropped in and offered to attach it to his forehead with a Permanent Sticking Charm did he wrap it tenderly in his maroon socks and lock it in his trunk.
Mrs. Weasley returned from Diagon Alley around six o'clock, laden101 with books and carrying a long package wrapped in thick brown paper that Ron took from her with a moan of longing100.
‘Never mind unwrapping it now, people are arriving for dinner, I want you all downstairs,’ she said, but the moment she was out of sight Ron ripped off the paper in a frenzy102 and examined every inch of his new broom, an ecstatic expression on his face.
Down in the basement Mrs. Weasley had hung a scarlet banner over the heavily laden dinner table, which read CONGRATULATIONS RON AND HERMIONE—NEW PREFECTS. She looked in a better mood than Harry had seen her all holiday.
‘I thought we'd have a little party not a sit-down dinner,’ she told Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Ginny as they entered the room. ‘Your father and Bill are on their way, Ron. I've sent them both owls103 and they're thrilled,’ she added, beaming.
Fred rolled his eyes.
Sirius, Lupin, Tonks, and Kingsley Shacklebolt were already there and Mad-Eye Moody104 stumped105 in shortly after Harry had got himself a Butterbeer.
‘Oh, Alastor, I am glad you're here,’ said Mrs. Weasley brightly, as Mad-Eye shrugged off his travelling cloak. ‘We've been wanting to ask you for ages—could you have a look in the writing desk in the drawing room and tell us what's inside it? We haven't wanted to open it just in case it's something really nasty.’
‘No problem, Molly...’
Moody's electric-blue eye swivelled upwards106 and stared fixedly107 through the ceiling of the kitchen.
‘Drawing room...’ he growled108, as the pupil contracted. ‘Desk in the corner? Yeah, I see it.... Yeah, it's a boggart.... Want me to go up and get rid of it, Molly?’
‘No, no, I'll do it myself later,’ beamed Mrs. Weasley, ‘you have your drink. We're having a little bit of a celebration, actually....’ She gestured at the scarlet banner. ‘Fourth prefect in the family!’ she said fondly, ruffling109 Ron's hair.
‘Prefect, eh?’ growled Moody, his normal eye on Ron and his magical eye swivelling around to gaze into the side of his head. Harry had the very uncomfortable feeling it was looking at him and moved away towards Sirius and Lupin.
‘Well, congratulations,’ said Moody, still glaring at Ron with his normal eye, ‘authority figures always attract trouble, but I suppose Dumbledore thinks you can withstand most major jinxes or he wouldn't have appointed you....’
Ron looked rather startled at this view of the matter but was saved the trouble of responding by the arrival of his father and eldest110 brother. Mrs. Weasley was in such a good mood she did not even complain that they had brought Mundungus with them; he was wearing a long overcoat that seemed oddly lumpy in unlikely places and declined the offer to remove it and put it with Moody's travelling cloak.
‘Well, I think a toast is in order,’ said Mr. Weasley, when everyone had a drink. He raised his goblet111. ‘To Ron and Hermione, the new Gryffindor prefects!’
Ron and Hermione beamed as everyone drank to them, and then applauded.
‘I was never a prefect myself,’ said Tonks brightly from behind Harry as everybody moved towards the table to help themselves to food. Her hair was tomato red and waist-length today; she looked like Ginny's older sister. ‘My Head of House said I lacked certain necessary qualities.’
‘Like what?’ said Ginny, who was choosing a baked potato.
‘Like the ability to behave myself,’ said Tonks.
Ginny laughed; Hermione looked as though she did not know whether to smile or not and compromised by taking an extra large gulp112 of Butterbeer and choking on it.
‘What about you, Sirius?’ Ginny asked, thumping113 Hermione on the back.
Sirius, who was right beside Harry, let out his usual bark-like laugh.
‘No one would have made me a prefect, I spent too much time in detention with James. Lupin was the good boy, he got the badge.’
‘I think Dumbledore might have hoped I would be able to exercise some control over my best friends,’ said Lupin. ‘I need scarcely say that I failed dismally114.’
Harry's mood suddenly lifted. His father had not been a prefect either. All at once the party seemed much more enjoyable; he loaded up his plate, feeling doubly fond of everyone in the room.
Ron was rhapsodising about his new broom to anybody who would listen.
‘...nought115 to seventy in ten seconds, not bad, is it? When you think the Comet Two Ninety's only nought to sixty and that's with a decent tailwind according to Which Broomstick?’
Hermione was talking very earnestly to Lupin about her view of elf rights.
‘I mean, it's the same kind of nonsense as werewolf segregation116, isn't it? It all stems from this horrible thing wizards have of thinking they're superior to other creatures....’
Mrs. Weasley and Bill were having their usual argument about Bill's hair.
‘...getting really out of hand, and you're so good-looking, it would look much better shorter, wouldn't it, Harry?’
‘Oh—I dunno—’ said Harry, slightly alarmed at being asked his opinion; he slid away from them in the direction of Fred and George, who were huddled117 in a corner with Mundungus.
Mundungus stopped talking when he saw Harry, but Fred winked118 and beckoned119 Harry closer.
‘It's OK,’ he told Mundungus, ‘we can trust Harry, he's our financial backer.’
‘Look what Dung's got us,’ said George, holding out his hand to Harry. It was full of what looked like shrivelled black pods. A faint rattling120 noise was coming from them, even though they were completely stationary121.
‘Venomous Tentacula seeds,’ said George. ‘We need them for the Skiving Snackboxes but they're a Class C Non-Tradeable Substance so we've been having a bit of trouble getting hold of them.’
‘Ten Galleons the lot, then, Dung?’ said Fred.
‘Wiv all the trouble I went to to get ‘em?’ said Mundungus, his saggy122, bloodshot eyes stretching even wider. ‘I'm sorry, lads, but I'm not taking a Knut under twenty.’
‘Dung likes his little joke,’ Fred said to Harry.
‘Yeah, his best one so far has been six Sickles123 for a bag of Knarl quills,’ said George.
‘Be careful,’ Harry warned them quietly.
‘What?’ said Fred. ‘Mum's busy cooing over Prefect Ron, we're okay.’
‘But Moody could have his eye on you,’ Harry pointed out.
Mundungus looked nervously124 over his shoulder.
‘Good point, that,’ he grunted125. ‘All right, lads, ten it is, if you'll take ‘em quick.’
‘Cheers, Harry!’ said Fred delightedly, when Mundungus had emptied his pockets into the twins’ outstretched hands and scuttled126 off towards the food. ‘We'd better get these upstairs....’
Harry watched them go, feeling slightly uneasy. It had just occurred to him that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley would want to know how Fred and George were financing their joke shop business when, as was inevitable127, they finally found out about it. Giving the twins his Triwizard winnings had seemed a simple thing to do at the time, but what if it led to another family row and a Percy-like estrangement128? Would Mrs. Weasley still feel that Harry was as good as her son if she found out he had made it possible for Fred and George to start a career she thought quite unsuitable?
Standing where the twins had left him, with nothing but a guilty weight in the pit of his stomach for company, Harry caught the sound of his own name. Kingsley Shacklebolt's deep voice was audible even over the surrounding chatter129.
‘...why Dumbledore didn't make Potter a prefect?’ said Kingsley.
‘He'll have had his reasons,’ replied Lupin.
‘But it would've shown confidence in him. It's what I'd've done,’ persisted Kingsley, ’ ‘specially with the Daily Prophet having a go at him every few days....’
Harry did not look round; he did not want Lupin or Kingsley to know he had heard. Though not remotely hungry, he followed Mundungus back towards the table. His pleasure in the party had evaporated as quickly as it had come; he wished he were upstairs in bed.
Mad-Eye Moody was sniffing130 at a chicken leg with what remained of his nose; evidently he could not detect any trace of poison, because he then tore a strip off it with his teeth.
‘...the handle's made of Spanish oak with anti-jinx varnish131 and in-built vibration132 control—’ Ron was saying to Tonks.
Mrs. Weasley yawned widely.
‘Well, I think I'll sort out that boggart before I turn in.... Arthur, I don't want this lot up too late, all right? ‘Night, Harry, dear.’
She left the kitchen. Harry set down his plate and wondered whether he could follow her without attracting attention.
‘You all right, Potter?’ grunted Moody.
‘Yeah, fine,’ lied Harry.
Moody took a swig from his hipflask, his electric-blue eye staring sideways at Harry.
‘Come here, I've got something that might interest you,’ he said.
From an inner pocket of his robes Moody pulled a very tattered133 old wizarding photograph.
‘Original Order of the Phoenix,’ growled Moody. ‘Found it last night when I was looking for my spare Invisibility Cloak, seeing as Podmore hasn't had the manners to return my best one.... Thought people might like to see it.’
Harry took the photograph. A small crowd of people, some waving at him, others lifting their glasses, looked back up at him.
‘There's me,’ said Moody, unnecessarily pointing at himself. The Moody in the picture was unmistakeable, though his hair was slightly less grey and his nose was intact. ‘And there's Dumbledore beside me, Dedalus Diggle on the other side... That's Marlene McKinnon, she was killed two weeks after this was taken, they got her whole family. That's Frank and Alice Longbottom—’
Harry's stomach, already uncomfortable, clenched134 as he looked at Alice Longbottom; he knew her round, friendly face very well, even though he had never met her, because she was the image of her son, Neville.
‘Poor devils,’ growled Moody. ‘Better dead than what happened to them ... and that's Emmeline Vance, you've met her, and that there's Lupin, obviously ... Benjy Fenwick, he copped it too, we only ever found bits of him ... shift aside there,’ he added, poking the picture, and the little photographic people edged sideways, so that those who were partially135 obscured could move to the front.
‘That's Edgar Bones ... brother of Amelia Bones, they got him and his family, too, he was a great wizard ... Sturgis Podmore, blimey, he looks young ... Caradoc Dearborn, vanished six months after this, we never found his body ... Hagrid, of course, looks exactly the same as ever ... Elphias Doge, you've met him, I'd forgotten he used to wear that stupid hat ... Gideon Prewett, it took five Death Eaters to kill him and his brother Fabian, they fought like heroes ... budge136 along, budge along ...’
The little people in the photograph jostled among themselves and those hidden right at the back appeared at the forefront of the picture.
‘That's Dumbledore's brother Aberforth, only time I ever met him, strange bloke ... That's Dorcas Meadowes, Voldemort killed her personally ... Sirius, when he still had short hair ... and ... there you go, thought that would interest you!’
Harry's heart turned over. His mother and father were beaming up at him, sitting on either side of a small, watery-eyed man whom Harry recognised at once as Wormtail, the one who had betrayed his parents’ whereabouts to Voldemort and so helped to bring about their deaths.
‘Eh?’ said Moody.
Harry looked up into Moody s heavily scarred and pitted face. Evidently Moody was under the impression he had just given Harry a bit of a treat.
‘Yeah,’ said Harry, once again attempting to grin. ‘Er ... listen, I've just remembered, I haven't packed my...’
He was spared the trouble of inventing an object he had not packed. Sirius had just said, ‘What's that you've got there, Mad-Eye?’ and Moody had turned towards him. Harry crossed the kitchen, slipped through the door and up the stairs before anyone could call him back.
He did not know why it had been such a shock; he had seen pictures of his parents before, after all, and he had met Wormtail ... but to have them sprung on him like that, when he was least expecting it.... No one would like that, he thought angrily...
And then, to see them surrounded by all those other happy faces ... Benjy Fenwick, who had been found in bits, and Gideon Prewett, who had died like a hero, and the Longbottoms, who had been tortured into madness ... all waving happily out of the photograph forever more, not knowing that they were doomed137 ... well, Moody might find that interesting ... he, Harry, found it disturbing....
Harry tiptoed up the stairs in the hall past the stuffed elf-heads, glad to be on his own again, but as he approached the first landing he heard noises. Someone was sobbing138 in the drawing room.
‘Hello?’ Harry said.
There was no answer but the sobbing continued. He climbed the remaining stairs two at a time, walked across the landing and opened the drawing-room door.
Someone was cowering139 against the dark wall, her wand in her hand, her whole body shaking with sobs140. Sprawled141 on the dusty old carpet in a patch of moonlight, clearly dead, was Ron.
All the air seemed to vanish from Harry's lungs; he felt as though he were falling through the floor; his brain turned icy cold—Ron dead, no, it couldn't be—’
But wait a moment, it couldn't be— Ron was downstairs—
‘Mrs. Weasley?’ Harry croaked142.
‘R-r-riddikulus!’ Mrs. Weasley sobbed143, pointing her shaking wand at Ron's body.
Crack
Ron's body turned into Bill's, spread-eagled on his back, his eyes wide open and empty. Mrs Weasley sobbed harder than ever.
‘R-riddikulus!’ she sobbed again.
Crack.
Mr. Weasley's body replaced Bill's, his glasses askew144, a trickle145 of blood running down his face.
‘No!’ Mrs. Weasley moaned. ‘No ... riddikulus! Riddikulus! RIDDIKULUS!’
Crack. Dead twins. Crack. Dead Percy. Crack. Dead Harry...
‘Mrs. Weasley, just get out of here!’ shouted Harry, staring down at his own dead body on the floor. ‘Let someone else—’
‘What's going on?’
Lupin had come running into the room, closely followed by Sirius, with Moody stumping146 along behind them. Lupin looked from Mrs. Weasley to the dead Harry on the floor and seemed to understand in an instant. Pulling out his own wand, he said, very firmly and clearly, ‘Riddikulus!’
Harry's body vanished. A silvery orb147 hung in the air over the spot where it had lain. Lupin waved his wand once more and the orb vanished in a puff148 of smoke.
‘Oh—oh—oh!’ gulped149 Mrs. Weasley, and she broke into a storm of crying, her face in her hands.
‘Molly,’ said Lupin bleakly150, walking over to her. ‘Molly, don't...’
Next second, she was sobbing her heart out on Lupin's shoulder.
‘Molly it was just a boggart,’ he said soothingly151, patting her on the head. ‘Just a stupid boggart...’
‘I see them d-d-dead all the time!’ Mrs. Weasley moaned into his shoulder. ‘All the t-t-time! I d-d-dream about it...’
Sirius was staring at the patch of carpet where the boggart, pretending to be Harry's body, had lain. Moody was looking at Harry, who avoided his gaze. He had a funny feeling Moody's magical eye had followed him all the way out of the kitchen.
‘D-d-don't tell Arthur,’ Mrs. Weasley was gulping152 now, mopping her eyes frantically153 with her cuffs154. ‘I d-d-don't want him to know.... Being silly...’
Lupin handed her a handkerchief and she blew her nose.
‘Harry, I'm so sorry. What must you think of me?’ she said shakily. ‘Not even able to get rid of a boggart...’
‘Don't be stupid,’ said Harry, trying to smile.
‘I'm just s-s-so worried,’ she said, tears spilling out of her eyes again. ‘Half the f-f-family's in the Order, it'll b-b-be a miracle if we all come through this.... and P-P-Percy's not talking to us.... What if something d-d-dreadful happens and we've never m-m-made it up with him? And what's going to happen if Arthur and I get killed, who's g-g-going to look after Ron and Ginny?’
‘Molly, that's enough,’ said Lupin firmly. ‘This isn't like last time. The Order are better prepared, we've got a head start, we know what Voldemort's up to—’
Mrs. Weasley gave a little squeak155 of fright at the sound of the name.
‘Oh, Molly, come on, it's about time you got used to hearing his name—look, I can't promise no one's going to get hurt, nobody can promise that, but we're much better off than we were last time. You weren't in the Order then, you don't understand. Last time we were outnumbered twenty to one by the Death Eaters and they were picking us off one by one....’
Harry thought of the photograph again, of his parents’ beaming faces. He knew Moody was still watching him.
‘Don't worry about Percy,’ said Sirius abruptly156. ‘He'll come round. It's only a matter of time before Voldemort moves into the open; once he does, the whole Ministry's going to be begging us to forgive them. And I'm not sure I'll be accepting their apology,’ he added bitterly.
‘And as for who's going to look after Ron and Ginny if you and Arthur died,’ said Lupin, smiling slightly, ‘what do you think we'd do, let them starve?’
Mrs. Weasley smiled tremulously.
‘Being silly,’ she muttered again, mopping her eyes.
But Harry, closing his bedroom door behind him some ten minutes later, could not think Mrs. Weasley silly. He could still see his parents beaming up at him from the battered157 old photograph, unaware158 that their lives, like so many of those around them, were drawing to a close. The image of the boggart posing as the corpse159 of each member of Mrs. Weasley's family in turn kept flashing before his eyes.
Without warning, the scar on his forehead seared with pain again and his stomach churned horribly.
‘Cut it out,’ he said firmly, rubbing the scar as the pain receded160.
‘First sign of madness, talking to your own head,’ said a sly voice from the empty picture on the wall.
Harry ignored it. He felt older than he had ever felt in his life and it seemed extraordinary to him that barely an hour ago he had been worried about a joke shop and who had got a prefect's badge.
丹伯多的突然离去让哈利十分的惊讶。他仍然坐在那张带有镣铐的椅子上，与他的震惊感苦苦斗争并尝试放松。陪审团成员都离开了自己的座位，他们相互交谈着，将他们的文件收进包里带走了。哈利站了起来。除了坐在福吉右边的那个长得象癞蛤蟆一样的女巫以外，看来没人对他有丝毫的注意，这个女巫现在已经把目光从丹伯多的身上移到了哈利的身上。哈利故意不理会她，他用目光尽力去找福吉或是波尼丝夫人，想问问他现在是否没事可以走了，但是福吉看来下定决心不理哈利，而波尼丝太太则在忙着整理她的公文包，因此他试探性的向门口走了几步，然后当确信没有人叫他回来时，他迅速的离开了。
他的最后几步是冲出去的，猛的推开门结果几乎撞到了威斯里先生。威斯里先生正站在外面，脸色苍白。
“丹伯多没有说—”
“撤消，”哈利关上身后的门说道。“所有指控！”
威斯里先生喜气洋洋的抓着哈利的肩膀。
“哈利，那真是太棒了！好吧，当然，他们不能判定你有罪，没有证据，但是尽管如此，我也不能掩饰不是—”
但是威斯里先生没有接着往下说，因为审判庭的大门这时再一次的打开了。陪审团的成员鱼贯而出。
“太棒了！”威斯里先生惊讶的宣称道，他把哈利拽到一旁让陪审团成员通过。“你已经通过这个镣铐椅的测试了吗？”
“我认为是这样的，”哈利平静的说。
这群巫师中有一两个在经过哈利身边时冲他点点头，而另外一些，包括波尼丝太太则向威斯里先生道早安，但是绝大多数都把眼睛移开了。法尼治·福吉和那个长得象癞蛤蟆的女巫几乎是最后离开的审判庭的。福吉的举止好象是把哈利和威斯里先生当作了墙壁的一部分，但是再一次，那个女巫在经过哈利身边的时候以一种近乎评价的眼光看着哈利。在所有人之中最后走的就是珀西。就象福吉一样，他完全忽略了他父亲和哈利；他抓着一大卷羊皮纸和一把多余的大羽毛笔向前走着，他挺胸叠肚，目空一切。威斯里先生的嘴巴紧紧的抿成一条线，除此之外，他没有表现出任何迹象，显示他看见了自己的第三个儿子。
“我将送你直接回去，这样你就可以告诉其他人这个好消息了，”当珀西的脚后跟消失在第九层楼梯上的时候，威斯里先生推着哈利向前走去。“我将去瞧瞧比斯乃尔·格林那里的卫生间，并且顺路带你回去。来吧…”
“那么，你要怎样处理这个卫生间呢？”哈利笑着问道。现在每件事看起来都比平常有趣五倍，因为人们正在了解他是清白的，他就要回到霍格瓦彻。
“哦，那只需要一个简单的诅咒逆向魔法就可以了，”当他们上楼的时候威斯里先生说道。“但是修复这种损害并不是什么复杂的事情，更重要的是这种故意破坏的行为背后隐藏的态度，哈利。欺负麻瓜在一些巫师们看来也许是一件有趣的事情，但是这表达了某种更加深层次也更加肮脏的东西，而且我为一个—”
威斯里先生的话说了一半就被打断了。他们已经到了第九层的电梯那里，而法尼治·福吉就站在离他们几英尺远的地方和一个高个子男人小声的交谈。这个男人有一头圆滑的金色头发和一张尖嘴猴腮的苍白的脸。
后者听见他们的脚步声也转过身来。他同样半路停止了谈话，他的灰白冰冷的眼睛缩小并且定格在哈利的脸上。
“很好，很好，很好…帕特拿姆·波特，”卢修斯·马尔夫冷冷地说道。（这个家伙叫马尔夫先生，是哈利在霍格瓦彻的死对头马尔夫的老爸）
哈利感到喘不过气来，好象他周围的空气都凝固了。他最后一次看见这双冰冷灰白的眼睛是通过食死徒头巾上的裂缝，而他最后一次听见这个声音是在一个黑暗的坟墓里，他被伏地魔折磨，而马尔夫先生则在一旁嘲弄着他。哈利不相信马尔夫先生敢看他的脸；他也不相信他会出现在这里，在魔法部，同时他也不相信福吉正在和他交谈，因为哈利仅仅在几周前还告诉过福吉，说那个马尔夫先生是个食死徒。
“魔法大臣刚刚正在向我讲述你的幸运逃脱，”马尔夫先生懒洋洋的说道，“十分令人惊讶，你每次都从小洞里逃脱…事实上，就象蛇一样。”
威斯里先生紧紧的抓住哈利的肩膀以示警告。
“是的，”哈利说道，“是的，我善于逃脱。”
马尔夫先生抬起眼睛看着威斯里先生的脸。
“而且亚瑟·威斯里也是！你现在在干什么呢，亚瑟？”
“我在这里工作，”威斯里先生简单的说道。
“你不在这里工作，我确信这一点，”马尔夫先生皱着眉头从威斯里先生的肩膀上看着门口。“我想你是在上面的二楼工作…你不会又做了一些涉及麻瓜违禁物品的事情并且还在继续迷恋它们吧？”
“不，”威斯里先生咆哮道。他的手指现在捏得哈利的肩膀疼痛起来。
“不管怎么说，你现在在这里干什么呢？”哈利问马尔夫先生。
“我不认为我本人与魔法大臣的私人问题有任何地方要你操心的，波特，”马尔夫先生把他的长袍前面抹平并说道。哈利清楚的听见他的口袋里传出轻轻的叮当声，很显然里面装满了金币。“确实，因为你是丹伯多宠爱的学生，但是你不要指望我们这些人会同样的纵容你…那么，我们去你的办公室吗，魔法大臣阁下？”
“那当然，”福吉把背转向哈利和威斯里先生并且说道，“这边走，卢修斯。”
他们大踏步的一起离开了，边走还在小声交谈着。威斯里先生直到他们消失在电梯里才放开哈利肩膀上的手。
“如果他们有公事要谈，那么为什么马尔夫先生不在福吉的办公室外面等呢？”哈利愤怒的叫起来。“他在这下面做什么？”
“如果你问我的话，我想他是企图偷偷摸摸的接近审判庭，”威斯里先生看起来极度不安，他左顾右盼好象要确定他们已经听不见了一样。“他是企图得知你是否被开除。当我送你回去之后，我将给丹伯多留一张便条，他应当获悉马尔夫先生再次与福吉谈话。”
“不管怎么说，他们在一起是为了什么样的私人事务呢？”
“我想是钱，”威斯里先生愤怒的说道，“马尔夫先生慷慨贿赂各类物品已经多年了…将这些东西提供给有适当的人…。然后他就可以要求利益…延迟他不想通过的法律…哦，卢修斯·马尔夫，他的关系网很广的。”
电梯到了；除了一封内部邮件在威斯里先生的头顶盘旋以外，里面什么人也没有。威斯里先生按下了中厅的按钮，电梯门就关上了。电梯急速的载着他们离开这里。
“威斯里先生，”哈利慢慢的说道，“如果福吉正在与象马尔夫先生这样的食死徒见面，如果他单独接见他们，那么我们怎么能够知道他们没有向福吉施展英帕流斯咒语呢？”
“不要认为这种事情不会发生在我们身上，哈利，”威斯里先生平静的说道，“但是丹伯多认为福吉此刻是在按照自己的意志行事—当丹伯多在谈论这件事情的时候，他并不是很自在。最好马上停止谈论这件事情，哈利。”
电梯门打开了，他们踏进了现在几乎空无一人的中厅。那个巫师看守伊瑞克现在又埋头在他的每日先知报后面。在哈利想起来的时候，他们已经直接走过了那个金色喷泉。
“等一等，”哈利叫住了威斯里先生，他把钱包从口袋里拿出来并转身回到了喷泉处。
哈利抬头看着那个英俊巫师的脸，但是凑近看哈利觉得他的样子既虚弱又愚蠢。这个巫师脸上带着索然无味的微笑，就象一个漂亮的竞选者，而且就哈利所知的小妖精和其他魔法生物，它们大多数都不愿意被人类如此盯着并这样描绘。仅仅只有房屋小精灵点头哈腰的样子还算可信。想到如果荷米恩看到这尊小精灵雕像的时候会说些什么，哈利不禁咧开嘴笑了。哈利把钱包整个翻过来倒空，里面不止有十个帆船币，不过哈利没计较,全部投进了水池里。
“我就知道！”罗恩的手对着空气指指点点并且大叫道。“你总是满载而归！”
“他们必须还你清白，”当哈利进入厨房的时候，荷米恩看上去几乎因紧张而晕倒，而她现在则把一只颤抖的手盖在眼睛上。“没有任何对你不利的证据，完全没有。”
“每个人看来都很放心，我认为你们都知道我会成功的，”哈利笑着说。
威斯里太太正在用围裙擦脸，而弗来德、乔治和金妮则正在跳一种战争舞蹈并唱着一首圣歌：“他成功了，他成功了，他成功了…”
“闹够了！静一静！”尽管自己也在笑个不停，威斯里先生还是叫道。“听着，天狼星、卢修斯·马尔夫在魔法部—”
“什么？”天狼星大声说道。
“他成功了，他成功了，他成功了…”
“安静一点，你们三个！是的，我看见他在第九层和福吉交谈，然后他们一起上楼，去了福吉的办公室。丹伯多应该知道这件事情。”
“这是绝对的，”天狼星说道，“别担心，我们会告诉他的。”
“好的，我最好走了，比斯乃尔·格林那里有一个正在喷发的卫生间在等着我去处理。莫莉，我会晚点回来，我要代替唐克丝值班，但是肯斯雷也许会过来吃晚饭—”
“他成功了，他成功了，他成功了…”
“够了—弗来德—乔治—金妮！”当威斯里先生离开厨房的时候威斯里太太说道。“哈利，亲爱的，来，坐下吧，吃点午餐，你几乎没吃早点。”
罗恩与荷米恩一边一个夹着哈利坐下了，自从哈利第一次抵达格里曼迪街以来，他们从没有比现在更加高兴，而哈利眼花缭乱的感觉有所减轻，这种感觉本来有所缓和，不过当他见到马尔夫先生的时候又再度加剧。这所阴沉的房子也突然变的更加温暖也更加的受欢迎；甚至当克瑞彻伸着它猪一样的鼻子冲进厨房调查噪音来源的时候也显得没那么难看了。
“那是当然的，一旦丹伯多突然出现在你旁边，他们就没有办法宣判你有罪，”罗恩一边把所有人的盘子都装上大堆的捣碎的土豆泥，一边快活的说道。
“是的，他为了我而卷入此事，”哈利说道。不过他的声音很不领情，没有提及他的孩子气，说道，“尽管我希望他能和我说话。或者甚至是看我一眼。”
而当哈利想到这些的时候，他额头上的伤疤象火烧一样灼痛，疼痛是如此剧烈，以至于他用手拍着自己的头。
“怎么了？”荷米恩警觉的问道。
“伤疤，”哈利含糊的说道，“但是没什么…现在它整天都会疼痛…”
没有其他人注意到这一点；现在所有的人都在埋头狼吞虎咽，对哈利的侥幸逃脱而沾沾自喜；弗来德、乔治和金妮仍然在继续唱歌。荷米恩神情紧张，但是在她说出任何话之前，罗恩快活的说道：“我敢打赌丹伯多今天晚上会来和我们一起庆祝，你知道的。”
“我不认为他会这么做，罗恩，”威斯里太太端了一大盘烤鸡肉放到哈利的面前说道：“他现在真的非常忙。”
“他成功了，他成功了，他成功了…”
“闭嘴，”威斯里太太咆哮道。
*
在接下来的几天当中，哈利没法不注意到在格里曼迪街12号有一个人，对他可以重返霍格瓦彻这件事情并没有全身心的感到高兴。第一次听到这个消息的时候，天狼星表现的十分高兴，他抓着哈利的手和其他人一样喜气洋洋。不过很快，他就变的比过去更加暴躁，也更加忧郁，他和每个人的交谈都更少了，甚至包括哈利，并且借口打发时间而把自己和巴克比克（还是前作那只险些被砍头，最后载着天狼星一起流亡的鹰头马身的怪鸟）关在他母亲的房间里。
“你不要有负罪感！”当哈利向罗恩与荷米恩倾诉一些感觉的时候，荷米恩严厉的说道。他们此刻正在擦洗着三楼一个发霉的碗橱。这已经是哈利顺利从听证会归来几天以后的事情了。“从个人角度看，你属于霍格瓦彻，而天狼星也知道这一点，我认为他现在有点自私。”
“那听起来有点刺耳，荷米恩。”罗恩说道。他正在皱着眉头试图将一个紧紧粘住他手指不放的霉斑剥下来。“你也不愿意没有任何同伴而是一个人被困在这所房子里吧。”
“他有同伴！”荷米恩说道，“这里是凤凰指令总部，不是吗？他只不过是希望哈利能够和他生活在这里。”
“我不认为这是真的，”哈利使劲绞着他的衣服说道，“当我有可能住在这里的时候曾经问过他，不过他没有直接回答我。”
“他只不过是不愿意透露自己更多的真实想法，”荷米恩精明的说道，“而且他也许感到自己有一点负罪感，因为我觉得在他心里有一部分是真心希望你被开除。然后你们就一起成为流放者了。”
“一派胡言！”罗恩和哈利同时说道。但是荷米恩仅仅耸耸肩，不置可否。
“你自己看着办吧，不过有时我认为罗恩的妈妈是正确的，天狼星把你和你父亲搞混了，哈利。”
“因此你认为他脑子有问题？”哈利激动的说。
“不，我仅仅是认为长期以来他一个人非常孤独，”荷米恩简单的说。
正在这个时候威斯里太太走进卧室站在他们后面。
“还没有搞完吗？”她说着把头伸进了碗柜。
“我认为你来这里是想叫我们休息一下的！”罗恩痛苦的说道，“你知道我们来这里之后清理掉了多少霉斑吗？”
“你对帮助凤凰指令的
收听单词发音 |
1
abrupt
|
|
| adj.突然的，意外的；唐突的，鲁莽的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
harry
|
|
| vt.掠夺，蹂躏，使苦恼 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
gathering
|
|
| n.集会，聚会，聚集 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
determined
|
|
| adj.坚定的；有决心的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
briefcase
|
|
| n.手提箱，公事皮包 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
wrenched
|
|
| v.（猛力地）扭( wrench的过去式和过去分词 )；扭伤；使感到痛苦；使悲痛 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
standing
|
|
| n.持续，地位；adj.永久的，不动的，直立的，不流动的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
apprehensive
|
|
| adj.担心的，恐惧的，善于领会的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
averted
|
|
| 防止，避免( avert的过去式和过去分词 )； 转移 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
dungeon
|
|
| n.地牢，土牢 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
appraisingly
|
|
| adv.以品评或评价的眼光 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
quills
|
|
| n.（刺猬或豪猪的）刺( quill的名词复数 )；羽毛管；翮；纡管 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
rigid
|
|
| adj.严格的，死板的；刚硬的，僵硬的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
tightened
|
|
| 收紧( tighten的过去式和过去分词 )； （使）变紧； （使）绷紧； 加紧 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
beckoning
|
|
| adj.引诱人的，令人心动的v.（用头或手的动作）示意，召唤( beckon的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
sleek
|
|
| adj.光滑的，井然有序的；v.使光滑，梳拢 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
pointed
|
|
| adj.尖的，直截了当的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
fixed
|
|
| adj.固定的，不变的，准备好的；(计算机)固定的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
slits
|
|
| n.狭长的口子，裂缝( slit的名词复数 )v.切开，撕开( slit的第三人称单数 )；在…上开狭长口子 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
hood
|
|
| n.头巾，兜帽，覆盖；v.罩上，以头巾覆盖 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
jeering
|
|
| adj.嘲弄的，揶揄的v.嘲笑( jeer的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
graveyard
|
|
| n.坟场 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
ministry
|
|
| n.(政府的)部；牧师 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
mere
|
|
| adj.纯粹的；仅仅，只不过 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
wriggle
|
|
| v./n.蠕动，扭动；蜿蜒 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
curtly
|
|
| adv.简短地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
eyebrows
|
|
| 眉毛( eyebrow的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
sneaking
|
|
| a.秘密的，不公开的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
sneak
|
|
| vt.潜行(隐藏,填石缝)；偷偷摸摸做；n.潜行；adj.暗中进行 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
agitated
|
|
| adj.被鼓动的，不安的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
memos
|
|
| n.备忘录( memo的名词复数 )；（美）内部通知 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
irritably
|
|
| ad.易生气地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
owl
|
|
| n.猫头鹰，枭 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
acting
|
|
| n.演戏，行为，假装；adj.代理的，临时的，演出用的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
vapid
|
|
| adj.无味的；无生气的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
contestant
|
|
| n.竞争者，参加竞赛者 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
centaurs
|
|
| n.（希腊神话中）半人半马怪物( centaur的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
38
galleons
|
|
| n.大型帆船( galleon的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
positively
|
|
| adv.明确地，断然，坚决地；实在，确实 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
apron
|
|
| n.围裙；工作裙 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
41
vomiting
|
|
| 吐 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
42
dented
|
|
| v.使产生凹痕( dent的过去式和过去分词 )；损害；伤害；挫伤（信心、名誉等） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
43
swelled
|
|
| 增强( swell的过去式和过去分词 )； 肿胀； （使）凸出； 充满（激情） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
44
poked
|
|
| v.伸出( poke的过去式和过去分词 )；戳出；拨弄；与（某人）性交 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
45
mounds
|
|
| 土堆，土丘( mound的名词复数 )； 一大堆 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
46
mashed
|
|
| a.捣烂的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
47
mumbled
|
|
| 含糊地说某事，叽咕，咕哝( mumble的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
48
helping
|
|
| n.食物的一份&adj.帮助人的，辅助的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
49
wringing
|
|
| 淋湿的，湿透的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
50
moodier
|
|
| adj.喜怒无常的( moody的比较级 )；忧悒的；（无缘无故）不高兴的；脾气坏的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
|
51
confided
|
|
| v.吐露（秘密，心事等）( confide的过去式和过去分词 )；（向某人）吐露（隐私、秘密等） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
52
phoenix
|
|
| n.凤凰，长生(不死)鸟；引申为重生 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
53
shrugged
|
|
| vt.耸肩（shrug的过去式与过去分词形式） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
54
poking
|
|
| n. 刺，戳，袋 vt. 拨开，刺，戳 vi. 戳，刺，捅，搜索，伸出，行动散慢 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
55
grumbled
|
|
| 抱怨( grumble的过去式和过去分词 )； 发牢骚； 咕哝； 发哼声 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
56
awareness
|
|
| n.意识，觉悟，懂事，明智 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
57
daydreaming
|
|
| v.想入非非，空想( daydream的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
58
wheezed
|
|
| v.喘息，发出呼哧呼哧的喘息声( wheeze的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
59
sweeping
|
|
| adj.范围广大的，一扫无遗的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
60
belched
|
|
| v.打嗝( belch的过去式和过去分词 )；喷出，吐出；打（嗝）；嗳（气） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
61
reminder
|
|
| n.提醒物，纪念品；暗示，提示 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
62
defensive
|
|
| adj.防御的；防卫的；防守的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
63
conversationally
|
|
| adv.会话地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
64
gaping
|
|
| adj.口的；张口的；敞口的；多洞穴的v.目瞪口呆地凝视( gape的现在分词 )；张开，张大 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
65
scarlet
|
|
| n.深红色，绯红色，红衣；adj.绯红色的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
66
unison
|
|
| n.步调一致，行动一致 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
67
scathing
|
|
| adj.（言词、文章）严厉的，尖刻的；不留情的adv.严厉地，尖刻地v.伤害，损害（尤指使之枯萎）( scathe的现在分词) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
68
groaned
|
|
| v.呻吟( groan的过去式和过去分词 )；发牢骚；抱怨；受苦 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
69
rusting
|
|
| n.生锈v.（使）生锈( rust的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
70
confirmation
|
|
| n.证实，确认，批准 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
71
spotted
|
|
| adj.有斑点的，斑纹的，弄污了的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
72
shriek
|
|
| v./n.尖叫，叫喊 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
73
brandishing
|
|
| v.挥舞( brandish的现在分词 )；炫耀 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
74
jaw
|
|
| n.颚，颌，说教，流言蜚语；v.喋喋不休，教训 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
75
defiant
|
|
| adj.无礼的，挑战的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
76
thoroughly
|
|
| adv.完全地，彻底地，十足地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
77
laundered
|
|
| v.洗（衣服等），洗烫（衣服等）( launder的过去式和过去分词 )；洗（黑钱）（把非法收入改头换面，变为貌似合法的收入） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
78
alley
|
|
| n.小巷，胡同；小径，小路 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
79
pyjamas
|
|
| n.（宽大的）睡衣裤 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
80
smirking
|
|
| v.傻笑( smirk的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
81
maroon
|
|
| v.困住，使（人）处于孤独无助之境；n.逃亡黑奴；孤立的人；酱紫色，褐红色；adj.酱紫色的，褐红色的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
82
penetrate
|
|
| v.透(渗)入；刺入，刺穿；洞察，了解 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
83
generosity
|
|
| n.大度，慷慨，慷慨的行为 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
84
sniffed
|
|
| v.以鼻吸气，嗅，闻( sniff的过去式和过去分词 )；抽鼻子（尤指哭泣、患感冒等时出声地用鼻子吸气）；抱怨，不以为然地说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
85
bustled
|
|
| 闹哄哄地忙乱，奔忙( bustle的过去式和过去分词 )； 催促 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
86
scowling
|
|
| 怒视，生气地皱眉( scowl的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
87
detention
|
|
| n.滞留，停留；拘留，扣留；(教育)留下 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
88
heartily
|
|
| adv.衷心地，诚恳地，十分，很 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
89
hearty
|
|
| adj.热情友好的；衷心的；尽情的，纵情的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
90
rummaging
|
|
| 翻找，搜寻( rummage的现在分词 )； 海关检查 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
91
bent
|
|
| n.爱好，癖好；adj.弯的；决心的，一心的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
92
truthful
|
|
| adj.真实的，说实话的，诚实的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
93
arrogant
|
|
| adj.傲慢的，自大的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
94
defiantly
|
|
| adv.挑战地，大胆对抗地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
95
riddle
|
|
| n.谜，谜语，粗筛；vt.解谜，给…出谜，筛，检查，鉴定，非难，充满于；vi.出谜 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
96
hitched
|
|
| （免费）搭乘他人之车( hitch的过去式和过去分词 )； 搭便车； 攀上； 跃上 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
97
scattered
|
|
| adj.分散的，稀疏的；散步的；疏疏落落的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
98
retrieve
|
|
| vt.重新得到，收回；挽回，补救；检索 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
99
belongings
|
|
| n.私人物品，私人财物 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
100
longing
|
|
| n.（for）渴望 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
101
laden
|
|
| adj.装满了的；充满了的；负了重担的；苦恼的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
102
frenzy
|
|
| n.疯狂，狂热，极度的激动 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
103
owls
|
|
| n.猫头鹰( owl的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
104
moody
|
|
| adj.心情不稳的，易怒的，喜怒无常的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
105
stumped
|
|
| 僵直地行走，跺步行走( stump的过去式和过去分词 )； 把（某人）难住； 使为难； （选举前）在某一地区作政治性巡回演说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
106
upwards
|
|
| adv.向上，在更高处...以上 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
107
fixedly
|
|
| adv.固定地；不屈地，坚定不移地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
108
growled
|
|
| v.（动物）发狺狺声， （雷）作隆隆声( growl的过去式和过去分词 )；低声咆哮着说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
109
ruffling
|
|
| 弄皱( ruffle的现在分词 )； 弄乱； 激怒； 扰乱 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
110
eldest
|
|
| adj.最年长的，最年老的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
111
goblet
|
|
| n.高脚酒杯 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
112
gulp
|
|
| vt.吞咽，大口地吸（气）；vi.哽住；n.吞咽 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
113
thumping
|
|
| adj.重大的，巨大的；重击的；尺码大的；极好的adv.极端地；非常地v.重击(thump的现在分词)；狠打；怦怦地跳；全力支持 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
114
dismally
|
|
| adv.阴暗地，沉闷地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
115
nought
|
|
| n.／adj.无，零 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
116
segregation
|
|
| n.隔离，种族隔离 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
117
huddled
|
|
| 挤在一起（huddle的过去式与过去分词形式） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
118
winked
|
|
| v.使眼色( wink的过去式和过去分词 )；递眼色（表示友好或高兴等）；（指光）闪烁；闪亮 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
119
beckoned
|
|
| v.（用头或手的动作）示意，召唤( beckon的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
120
rattling
|
|
| adj. 格格作响的, 活泼的, 很好的 adv. 极其, 很, 非常 动词rattle的现在分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
121
stationary
|
|
| adj.固定的，静止不动的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
122
saggy
|
|
| 松懈的，下垂的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
123
sickles
|
|
| n.镰刀( sickle的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
124
nervously
|
|
| adv.神情激动地，不安地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
125
grunted
|
|
| （猪等）作呼噜声( grunt的过去式和过去分词 )； （指人）发出类似的哼声； 咕哝着说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
126
scuttled
|
|
| v.使船沉没( scuttle的过去式和过去分词 )；快跑，急走 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
127
inevitable
|
|
| adj.不可避免的，必然发生的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
128
estrangement
|
|
| n.疏远，失和，不和 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
129
chatter
|
|
| vi.／n.喋喋不休；短促尖叫；(牙齿)打战 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
130
sniffing
|
|
| n.探查法v.以鼻吸气，嗅，闻( sniff的现在分词 )；抽鼻子（尤指哭泣、患感冒等时出声地用鼻子吸气）；抱怨，不以为然地说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
131
varnish
|
|
| n.清漆；v.上清漆；粉饰 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
132
vibration
|
|
| n.颤动，振动；摆动 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
133
tattered
|
|
| adj.破旧的，衣衫破的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
134
clenched
|
|
| v.紧握，抓紧，咬紧( clench的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
135
partially
|
|
| adv.部分地，从某些方面讲 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
136
budge
|
|
| v.移动一点儿；改变立场 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
137
doomed
|
|
| 命定的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
138
sobbing
|
|
| <主方>Ⅰ adj.湿透的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
139
cowering
|
|
| v.畏缩，抖缩( cower的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
140
sobs
|
|
| 啜泣（声），呜咽（声）( sob的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
141
sprawled
|
|
| v.伸开四肢坐[躺]( sprawl的过去式和过去分词)；蔓延；杂乱无序地拓展；四肢伸展坐着（或躺着） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
142
croaked
|
|
| v.呱呱地叫( croak的过去式和过去分词 )；用粗的声音说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
143
sobbed
|
|
| 哭泣，啜泣( sob的过去式和过去分词 )； 哭诉，呜咽地说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
144
askew
|
|
| adv.斜地；adj.歪斜的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
145
trickle
|
|
| vi.淌，滴，流出，慢慢移动，逐渐消散 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
146
stumping
|
|
| 僵直地行走，跺步行走( stump的现在分词 )； 把（某人）难住； 使为难； （选举前）在某一地区作政治性巡回演说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
147
orb
|
|
| n.太阳；星球；v.弄圆；成球形 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
148
puff
|
|
| n.一口(气)；一阵(风)；v.喷气，喘气 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
149
gulped
|
|
| v.狼吞虎咽地吃，吞咽( gulp的过去式和过去分词 )；大口地吸（气）；哽住 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
150
bleakly
|
|
| 无望地，阴郁地，苍凉地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
151
soothingly
|
|
| adv.抚慰地，安慰地；镇痛地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
152
gulping
|
|
| v.狼吞虎咽地吃，吞咽( gulp的现在分词 )；大口地吸（气）；哽住 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
153
frantically
|
|
| ad.发狂地, 发疯地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
154
cuffs
|
|
| n.袖口( cuff的名词复数 )v.掌打，拳打( cuff的第三人称单数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
155
squeak
|
|
| n.吱吱声，逃脱；v.（发出）吱吱叫，侥幸通过；（俚）告密 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
156
abruptly
|
|
| adv.突然地，出其不意地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
157
battered
|
|
| adj.磨损的；v.连续猛击；磨损 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
158
unaware
|
|
| a.不知道的，未意识到的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
159
corpse
|
|
| n.尸体，死尸 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
160
receded
|
|
| v.逐渐远离( recede的过去式和过去分词 )；向后倾斜；自原处后退或避开别人的注视；尤指问题 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |