Harry1's question was answered the very next morning. When Hermione's Daily Prophet arrived she smoothed it out, gazed for a moment at the front page and gave a yelp2 that caused everyone in the vicinity to stare at her.
‘What?’ said Harry and Ron together.
For answer she spread the newspaper on the table in front of them and pointed3 at ten black-and-white photographs that filled the whole of the front page, nine showing wizards’ faces and the tenth, a witch's. Some of the people in the photographs were silently jeering4; others were tapping their fingers on the frame of their pictures, looking insolent5. Each picture was captioned6 with a name and the crime for which the person had been sent to Azkaban.
Antonin Dolohov, read the legend beneath a wizard with a long, pale, twisted face who was sneering8 up at Harry, convicted of the brutal9 murders of Gideon and Fabian Prewett.
Algernon Rookwood, said the caption7 beneath a pockmarked man with greasy10 hair who was leaning against the edge of his picture, looking bored, convicted of leaking Ministry11 of Magic secrets to He Who Must Not Be Named.
But Harry's eyes were drawn12 to the picture of the witch. Her face had leapt out at him the moment he had seen the page. She had long, dark hair that looked unkempt and straggly in the picture, though he had seen it sleek13, thick and shining. She glared up at him through heavily lidded eyes, an arrogant14, disdainful smile playing around her thin mouth. Like Sirius, she retained vestiges15 of great good looks, but something—perhaps Azkaban—had taken most of her beauty.
Bellatrix Lestrange, convicted of the torture and permanent incapacitation of Frank and Alice Longbottom.
Hermione nudged Harry and pointed at the headline over the pictures, which Harry, concentrating on Bellatrix, had not yet read.
MASS BREAKOUT FROM AZKABAN
MINISTRY FEARS BLACK IS ‘RALLYING POINT’
FOR OLD DEATH EATERS
‘Black?’ said Harry loudly. ‘Not—?’
‘Shhh!’ whispered Hermione desperately16. ‘Not so loud—just read it!’
The Ministry of Magic announced late last night that there has been a mass breakout from Azkaban.
Speaking to reporters in his private office, Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic, confirmed that ten high-security prisoners escaped in the early hours of yesterday evening and that he has already informed the Muggle Prime Minister of the dangerous nature of these individuals.
‘We find ourselves, most unfortunately, in the same position we were two and a half years ago when the murderer Sirius Black escaped,'said Fudge last night.'Nor do we think the two breakouts are unrelated. An escape of this magnitude suggests outside help, and we must remember that Black, as the first person ever to break out of Azkaban, would be ideally placed to help others follow in his footsteps. We think it likely that these individuals, who include Black's cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange, have rallied around Black as their leader. We are, however, doing all we can to round up the criminals, and we beg the magical community to remain alert and cautious. On no account should any of these individuals be approached.’
‘There you are, Harry,’ said Ron, looking awestruck. ‘That's why he was happy last night.’
‘I don't believe this,’ snarled17 Harry, ‘Fudge is blaming the breakout on Sirius?’
‘What other options does he have?’ said Hermione bitterly. ‘He can hardly say, “Sorry, everyone, Dumbledore warned me this might happen, the Azkaban guards have joined Lord Voldemort"—stop whimpering,Ron—"and now Voldemort's worst supporters have broken out, too.” I mean, he's spent a good six months telling everyone you and Dumbledore are liars18, hasn't he?’
Hermione ripped open the newspaper and began to read the report inside while Harry looked around the Great Hall. He could not understand why his fellow students were not looking scared or at least discussing the terrible piece of news on the front page, but very few of them took the newspaper every day like Hermione. There they all were, talking about homework and Quidditch and who knew what other rubbish, when outside these walls ten more Death Eaters had swollen19 Voldemort's ranks.
He glanced up at the staff table. It was a different story there: Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were deep in conversation, both looking extremely grave. Professor Sprout20 had the Prophet propped21 against a bottle of ketchup22 and was reading the front page with such concentration that she was not noticing the gentle drip of egg yolk23 falling into her lap from her stationary24 spoon. Meanwhile, at the far end of the table, Professor Umbridge was tucking into a bowl of porridge. For once her pouchy26 toad's eyes were not sweeping27 the Great Hall looking for misbehaving students. She scowled28 as she gulped30 down her food and every now and then she shot a malevolent31 glance up the table to where Dumbledore and McGonagall were talking so intently.
‘Oh my—’ said Hermione wonderingly, still staring at the newspaper.
‘What now?’ said Harry quickly; he was feeling jumpy.
‘It's ... horrible,’ said Hermione, looking shaken. She folded back page ten of the newspaper and handed it to Harry and Ron.
TRAGIC32 DEMISE33 OF MINISTRY OF MAGIC WORKER
St. Mungo's Hospital promised a full inquiry34 last night after Ministry of Magic worker Broderich Bode35, 49, was discovered dead in his bed, strangled by a pot plant. Healers called to the scene were unable to revive Mr. Bode, who had been injured in a workplace accident some weeks prior to his death.
Healer Miriam Strout, who was in charge of Mr. Bode's ward36 at the time of the incident, has been suspended on full pay and was unavailable for comment yesterday, but a spokeswizard for the hospital said in a statement:
‘St. Mungo's deeply regrets the death of Mr. Bode, whose health was improving steadily38 prior to this tragic accident.
‘We have strict guidelines on the decorations permitted on our wards39 but it appears that Healer Strout, busy over the Christmas period, overlooked the dangers of the plant on Mr. Bode's bedside table. As his speech and mobility40 improved, Healer Strout encouraged Mr. Bode to look after the plant himself, unaware41 that it was not an innocent Flitterbloom, but a cutting of Devil's Snare42 which, when touched by the convalescent Mr. Bode, throttled43 him instantly.
‘St. Mungo's is as yet unable to account for the presence of the plant on the ward and asks any witch or wizard with information to come forward.’
‘Bode ...’ said Ron. ‘Bode.It rings a bell ...’
‘We saw him,’ Hermione whispered. ‘In St. Mungo's, remember? He was in the bed opposite Lockhart's, just lying there, staring at the ceiling. And we saw the Devil's Snare arrive. She—the Healer—said it was a Christmas present.’
Harry looked back at the story. A feeling of horror was rising like bile in his throat.
‘How come we didn't recognise Devil's Snare? We've seen it before ... we could've stopped this from happening.’
‘Who expects Devil's Snare to turn up in a hospital disguised as a pot plant?’ said Ron sharply. ‘It's not our fault, whoever sent it to the bloke is to blame! They must be a real prat, why didn't they check what they were buying?’
‘Oh, come on, Ron!’ said Hermione shakily. ‘I don't think anyone could put Devil's Snare in a pot and not realise it tries to kill whoever touches it? This—this was murder ... a clever murder, as well ... if the plant was sent anonymously44, how's anyone ever going to find out who did it?’
Harry was not thinking about Devil's Snare. He was remembering taking the lift down to the ninth level of the Ministry on the day of his hearing and the sallow-faced man who had got in on the Atrium level.
‘I met Bode,’ he said slowly. ‘I saw him at the Ministry with your dad.’
Ron's mouth fell open.
‘I've heard Dad talk about him at home! He was an Unspeakable—he worked in the Department of Mysteries!’
They looked at each other for a moment, then Hermione pulled the newspaper back towards her, closed it, glared for a moment at the pictures of the ten escaped Death Eaters on the front, then leapt to her feet.
‘Where are you going?’ said Ron, startled.
‘To send a letter,’ said Hermione, swinging her bag on to her shoulder. ‘It ... well, I don't know whether ... but it's worth trying ... and I'm the only one who can.’
‘I hate it when she does that,’ grumbled45 Ron, as he and Harry got up from the table and made their own, slower way out of the Great Hall. ‘Would it kill her to tell us what she's up to for once? It'd take her about ten more seconds—hey, Hagrid!’
Hagrid was standing46 beside the doors into the Entrance Hall, waiting for a crowd of Ravenclaws to pass. He was still as heavily bruised47 as he had been on the day he had come back from his mission to the giants and there was a new cut right across the bridge of his nose.
‘All righ', you two?’ he said, trying to muster48 a smile but managing only a kind of pained grimace49.
‘Are you OK, Hagrid?’ asked Harry, following him as he lumbered50 after the Ravenclaws.
‘Fine, fine,’ said Hagrid with a feeble assumption of airiness; he waved a hand and narrowly missed concussing a frightened-looking Professor Vector, who was passing. ‘Jus’ busy, yeh know, usual stuff—lessons ter prepare— couple o’ salamanders got scale rot—an’ I'm on probation51,’ he mumbled52.
‘You're on probation?’ said Ron very loudly, so that many of the passing students looked around curiously53. ‘Sorry—I mean—you're on probation?’ he whispered.
‘Yeah,’ said Hagrid. ’ ‘S'no more'n I expected, ter tell yer the truth. Yeh migh’ not've picked up on it, bu’ that inspection54 didn’ go too well, yeh know ... anyway,’ he sighed deeply. ‘Bes’ go an’ rub a bit more chilli powder on them salamanders or their tails'll be hangin’ off ‘em next. See yeh, Harry ... Ron ...’
He trudged55 away, out of the front doors and down the stone steps into the damp grounds. Harry watched him go, wondering how much more bad news he could stand.
The fact that Hagrid was now on probation became common knowledge within the school over the next few days, but to Harry's indignation, hardly anybody appeared to be upset about it; indeed, some people, Draco Malfoy prominent among them, seemed positively56 gleeful. As for the freakish death of an obscure Department of Mysteries employee in St. Mungo's, Harry, Ron and Hermione seemed to be the only people who knew or cared. There was only one topic of conversation in the corridors now: the ten escaped Death Eaters, whose story had finally filtered through the school from those few people who read the newspapers. Rumours57 were flying that some of the convicts had been spotted58 in Hogsmeade, that they were supposed to be hiding out in the Shrieking59 Shack60 and that they were going to break into Hogwarts, just as Sirius Black had once done.
Those who came from wizarding families had grown up hearing the names of these Death Eaters spoken with almost as much fear as Voldemorts; the crimes they had committed during the days of Voldemort's reign61 of terror were legendary62. There were relatives of their victims among the Hogwarts students, who now found themselves the unwilling63 objects of a gruesome sort of reflected fame as they walked the corridors: Susan Bones, whose uncle, aunt and cousins had all died at the hands of one of the ten, said miserably64 during Herbology that she now had a good idea what it felt like to be Harry.
‘And I don't know how you stand it—it's horrible,’ she said bluntly, dumping far too much dragon manure65 on her tray of Screechsnap seedlings66, causing them to wriggle67 and squeak68 in discomfort69.
It was true that Harry was the subject of much renewed muttering and pointing in the corridors these days, yet he thought he detected a slight difference in the tone of the whisperers’ voices. They sounded curious rather than hostile now, and once or twice he was sure he overheard snatches of conversation that, suggested that the speakers were not satisfied with the Prophet's version of how and why ten Death Eaters had managed to break out of the Azkaban fortress70. In their confusion and fear, these doubters now seemed to be turning to the only other explanation available to them: the one that Harry and Dumbledore had been expounding71 since the previous year.
It was not only the students’ mood that had changed. It was now quite common to come across two or three teachers conversing72 in low, urgent whispers in the corridors, breaking off their conversations the moment they saw students approaching.
‘They obviously can't talk freely in the staff room any more,’ said Hermione in a low voice, as she, Harry and Ron passed Professors McGonagall, Flitwick and Sprout huddled73 together outside the Charms classroom one day. ‘Not with Umbridge there.’
‘Reckon they know anything new?’ said Ron, gazing back over his shoulder at the three teachers.
‘If they do, we're not going to hear about it, are we?’ said Harry angrily. ‘Not after Decree ... what number are we on now?’ For new notices had appeared on the house noticeboards the morning after news of the Azkaban breakout:
BY ORDER OF THE HIGH INQUISITOR OF HOGWARTS
Teachers are hereby banned from giving students any information
that is not strictly74 related to the subjects they are paid to teach.
The above is in accordance with Educational Decree
Number Twenty-six.
Signed: Dolores Jane Umbridge, High Inquisitor
This latest Decree had been the subject of a great number of jokes among the students. Lee Jordan had pointed out to Umbridge that by the terms of the new rule she was not allowed to tell Fred and George off for playing Exploding Snap in the back of the class.
‘Exploding Snap's got nothing to do with Defence Against the Dark Arts, Professor! That's not information relating to your subject!’
When Harry next saw Lee, the back of his hand was bleeding rather badly. Harry recommended essence of Murtlap.
Harry had thought the breakout from Azkaban might have humbled75 Umbridge a little, that she might have been abashed76 at the catastrophe77 that had occurred right under the nose of her beloved Fudge. It seemed, however, to have only intensified78 her furious desire to bring every aspect of life at Hogwarts under her personal control. She seemed determined79 at the very least to achieve a sacking before long, and the only question was whether it would be Professor Trelawney or Hagrid who went first.
Every single Divination80 and Care of Magical Creatures lesson was now conducted in the presence of Umbridge and her clipboard. She lurked81 by the fire in the heavily perfumed tower room, interrupting Professor Trelawney's increasingly hysterical82 talks with difficult questions about ornithomancy and heptomology, insisting that she predicted students’ answers before they gave them and demanding that she demonstrate her skill at the crystal ball, the tea leaves and the rune stones in turn. Harry thought Professor Trelawney might soon crack under the strain. Several times he passed her in the corridors—in itself a very unusual occurrence as she generally remained in her tower room—muttering wildly to herself, wringing83 her hands and shooting terrified glances over her shoulder, and all the while giving off a powerful smell of cooking sherry. If he had not been so worried about Hagrid, he would have felt sorry for her—but if one of them was to be ousted84 from their job, there could be only one choice for Harry as to who should remain.
Unfortunately, Harry could not see that Hagrid was putting up a better show than Trelawney. Though he seemed to be following Hermione's advice and had shown them nothing more frightening than a Crup—a creature indistinguishable from a Jack85 Russell terrier except for its forked tail—since before Christmas, he too seemed to have lost his nerve. He was oddly distracted and jumpy during lessons, losing the thread of what he was saying to the class, answering questions wrongly, and all the time glancing anxiously at Umbridge. He was also more distant with Harry, Ron and Hermione than he had ever been before, and had expressly forbidden them to visit him after dark.
‘If she catches yeh, it'll be all of our necks on the line,’ he told them flatly, and with no desire to do anything that might jeopardise his job further they abstained86 from walking down to his hut in the evenings.
It seemed to Harry that Umbridge was steadily depriving him of everything that made his life at Hogwarts worth living: visits to Hagrid's house, letters from Sirius, his Firebolt and Quidditch. He took his revenge the only way he could—by redoubling his efforts for the DA.
Harry was pleased to see that all of them, even Zacharias Smith, had been spurred on to work harder than ever by the news that ten more Death Eaters were now on the loose, but in nobody was this improvement more pronounced than in Neville. The news of his parents’ attackers’ escape had wrought87 a strange and even slightly alarming change in him. He had not once mentioned his meeting with Harry, Ron and Hermione on the closed ward in St. Mungo's and, taking their lead from him, they had kept quiet about it too. Nor had he said anything on the subject of Bellatrix and her fellow torturers’ escape. In fact, Neville barely spoke37 during the DA meetings any more, but worked relentlessly88 on every new jinx and counter-curse Harry taught them, his plump face screwed up in concentration, apparently89 indifferent to injuries or accidents and working harder than anyone else in the room. He was improving so fast it was quite unnerving and when Harry taught them, the Shield Charm—a means of deflecting90 minor91 jinxes so that they rebounded92 upon the attacker—only Hermione mastered the charm faster than Neville.
Harry would have given a great deal to be making as much progress at Occlumency as Neville was making during the DA meetings. Harry's sessions with Snape, which had started badly enough, were not improving. On the contrary, Harry felt he was getting worse with every lesson.
Before he had started studying Occlumency, his scar had prickled occasionally, usually during the night, or else following one of those strange flashes of Voldemort's thoughts or mood that he experienced every now and then. Nowadays, however, his scar hardly ever stopped prickling, and he often felt lurches of annoyance93 or cheerfulness that were unrelated to what was happening to him at the time, which were always accompanied by a particularly painful twinge from his scar. He had the horrible impression that he was slowly turning into a kind of aerial that was tuned94 in to tiny fluctuations95 in Voldemort's mood, and he was sure he could date this increased sensitivity firmly from his first Occlumency lesson with Snape. What was more, he was now dreaming about walking down the corridor towards the entrance to the Department of Mysteries almost every night, dreams which always culminated96 in him standing longingly97 in front of the plain black door.
‘Maybe it's a bit like an illness,’ said Hermione, looking concerned when Harry confided98 in her and Ron. ‘A fever or something. It has to get worse before it gets better.’
‘The lessons with Snape are making it worse,’ said Harry flatly ‘I'm getting sick of my scar hurting and I'm getting bored with walking down that corridor every night.’ He rubbed his forehead angrily. ‘I just wish the door would open, I'm sick of standing staring at it—’
‘That's not funny,’ said Hermione sharply. ‘Dumbledore doesn't want you to have dreams about that corridor at all, or he wouldn't have asked Snape to teach you Occlumency. You're just going to have to work a bit harder in your lessons.’
‘I am working!’ said Harry, nettled99. ‘You try it some time—Snape: trying to get inside your head—it's not a bundle of laughs, you know!’
‘Maybe ...’ said Ron slowly.
‘Maybe what?’ said Hermione, rather snappishly.
‘Maybe it's not Harry's fault he can't close his mind,’ said Ron darkly.
‘What do you mean?’ said Hermione.
‘Well, maybe Snape isn't really trying to help Harry ...’
Harry and Hermione stared at him. Ron looked darkly and meaningfully from one to the other.
‘Maybe,’ he said again, in a lower voice, ‘he's actually trying to open Harry's mind a bit wider ... make it easier for You-Know—
‘Shut up, Ron,’ said Hermione angrily. ‘How many times have you suspected Snape, and when have you ever been right? Dumbledore trusts him, he works for the Order, that ought to be enough.’
‘He used to be a Death Eater,’ said Ron stubbornly. ‘And we've never seen proof that he really swapped100 sides.’
‘Dumbledore trusts him,’ Hermione repeated. ‘And if we can't trust Dumbledore, we can't trust anyone.’
With so much to worry about and so much to do— startling amounts of homework that frequently kept the fifth-years working until past midnight, secret DA sessions and regular classes with Snape— January seemed to be passing alarmingly fast. Before Harry knew it, February had arrived, bringing with it wetter and warmer weather and the prospect101 of the second Hogsmeade visit of the year. Harry had had very little time to spare for conversations with Cho since they had agreed to visit the village together, but suddenly found himself facing a Valentine's Day spent entirely102 in her company.
On the morning of the fourteenth he dressed particularly carefully. He and Ron arrived at breakfast just in time for the arrival of the post owls103, Hedwig was not there— not that Harry had expected her—but Hermione was tugging104 a letter from the beak105 of an unfamiliar106 brown owl25 as they sat down.
‘And about time! If it hadn't come today ...’ she said, eagerly tearing open the envelope and pulling out a small piece of parchment. Her eyes sped from left to right as she read through the message and a grimly pleased expression spread across her face.
‘Listen, Harry,’ she said, looking up at him, ‘this is really important. Do you think you could meet me in the Three Broomsticks around midday?’
‘Well ... I dunno,’ said Harry uncertainly. ‘Cho might be expecting me to spend the whole day with her. We never said what we were going to do.’
‘Well, bring her along if you must,’ said Hermione urgently. ‘But will you come?’
‘Well ... all right, but why?’
‘I haven't got time to tell you now, I've got to answer this quickly.’
And she hurried out of the Great Hall, the letter clutched in one hand and a piece of toast in the other.
‘Are you coming?’ Harry asked Ron, but he shook his head, looking glum107.
‘I can't come into Hogsmeade at all; Angelina wants a full day's training. Like it's going to help; we're the worst team I've ever seen. You should see Sloper and Kirke, they're pathetic, even worse than I am.’ He heaved a great sigh. ‘I dunno why Angelina won't just let me resign.’
It's because you're good when you're on form, that's why,’ said Harry irritably108.
He found it very hard to be sympathetic to Ron's plight109, when he himself would have given almost anything to be playing in the forthcoming match against Hufflepuff. Ron seemed to have noticed Harry's tone, because he did not mention Quidditch again during breakfast, and there was a slight frostiness in the way they said goodbye to each other shortly afterwards. Ron departed for the Quidditch pitch and Harry, after attempting to flatten110 his hair while staring at his reflection in the back of a teaspoon111, proceeded alone to the Entrance Hall to meet Cho, feeling very apprehensive112 and wondering what on earth they were going to talk about.
She was waiting for him a little to the side of the oak front doors, looking very pretty with her hair tied back in a long pony-tail. Harry's feet seemed to be too big for his body as he walked towards her and he was suddenly horribly aware of his arms and how stupid they must look swinging at his sides.
‘Hi,’ said Cho slightly breathlessly.
‘Hi,’ said Harry.
They stared at each other for a moment, then Harry said, ‘Well—er—shall we go, then?’
‘Oh—yes ...’
They joined the queue of people being signed out by Filch113, occasionally catching114 each other's eye and grinning shiftily, but not talking to each other. Harry was relieved when they reached the fresh air, finding it easier to walk along in silence than just stand about looking awkward. It was a fresh, breezy sort of a day and as they passed the Quidditch stadium Harry glimpsed Ron and Ginny skimming along over the stands and felt a horrible pang115 that he was not up there with them.
‘You really miss it, don't you?’ said Cho.
He looked round and saw her watching him.
‘Yeah,’ sighed Harry. ‘I do.’
‘Remember the first time we played against each other, in the third year?’ she asked him.
‘Yeah,’ said Harry, grinning. ‘You kept blocking me.’
‘And Wood told you not to be a gentleman and knock me off my broom if you had to,’ said Cho, smiling reminiscently. ‘I heard he got taken on by Pride of Portree, is that right?’
‘Nah, it was Puddlemere United; I saw him at the World Cup last year.’
‘Oh, I saw you there, too, remember? We were on the same campsite. It was really good, wasn't it?’
The subject of the Quidditch World Cup carried them all the way down the drive and out through the gates. Harry could hardly believe how easy it was to talk to her—no more difficult, in fact, than talking to Ron and Hermione—and he was just starting to feel confident and cheerful when a large gang of Slytherin girls passed them, including Pansy Parkinson.
‘Potter and Chang!’ screeched116 Pansy, to a chorus of snide giggles117. ‘Urgh, Chang, I don't think much of your taste ... at least Diggory was good-looking!’
The girls sped up, talking and shrieking in a pointed fashion with many exaggerated glances back at Harry and Cho, leaving an embarrassed silence in their wake. Harry could think of nothing else to say about Quidditch, and Cho, slightly flushed, was watching her feet.
‘So ... where d'you want to go?’ Harry asked as they entered Hogsmeade. The High Street was full of students ambling118 up and down, peering into the shop windows and messing about together on the pavements.
‘Oh ... I don't mind,’ said Cho, shrugging. ‘Um ... shall we just have a look in the shops or something?’
They wandered towards Dervish and Banges. A large poster had been stuck up in the window and a few Hogsmeaders were looking at it. They moved aside when Harry and Cho approached and Harry found himself staring once more at the pictures of the ten escaped Death Eaters. The poster, ‘By Order of the Ministry of Magic', offered a thousand-Galleon119 reward to any witch or wizard with information leading to the recapture of any of the convicts pictured.
‘It's funny, isn't it,’ said Cho in a low voice, gazing up at the pictures of the Death Eaters, ‘remember when that Sirius Black escaped, and there were dementors all over Hogsmeade looking for him? And now ten Death Eaters are on the loose and there are no dementors anywhere ...’
‘Yeah,’ said Harry, tearing his eyes away from Bellatrix Lestrange's face to glance up and down the High Street. ‘Yeah, that is weird120.’
He wasn't sorry that there were no dementors nearby, but now he came to think of it, their absence was highly significant. They had not only let the Death Eaters escape, they weren't bothering to look for them ... it looked as though they really were outside Ministry control now.
The ten escaped Death Eaters were staring out of every shop window he and Cho passed. It started to rain as they passed Scrivenshaft's; cold, heavy drops of water kept hitting Harry's face and the back of his neck.
‘Um ... d'you want to get a coffee?’ said Cho tentatively, as the rain began to fall more heavily.
‘Yeah, all right,’ said Harry, looking around. ‘Where?’
‘Oh, there's a really nice place just up here; haven't you ever been to Madam Puddifoot's?’ she said brightly, leading him up a side road and into a small teashop that Harry had never noticed before. It was a cramped121, steamy little place where everything seemed to have been decorated with frills or bows. Harry was reminded unpleasantly of Umbridge's office.
‘Cute, isn't it?’ said Cho happily.
‘Er ... yeah,’ said Harry untruthfully.
‘Look, she's decorated it for Valentine's Day!’ said Cho, indicating a number of golden cherubs122 that were hovering124 over each of the small, circular tables, occasionally throwing pink confetti over the occupants.
‘Aaah ...’
They sat down at the last remaining table, which was over by the steamy window. Roger Davies, the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain, was sitting about a foot and a half away with a pretty blonde girl. They were holding hands. The sight made Harry feel uncomfortable, particularly when, looking around the teashop, he saw that it was full of nothing but couples, all of them holding hands. Perhaps Cho would expect him to hold her hand.
‘What can I get you, m'dears?’ said Madam Puddifoot, a very stout125 woman with a shiny black bun, squeezing between their table and Roger Davies's with great difficulty.
‘Two coffees, please,’ said Cho.
In the time it took for their coffees to arrive, Roger Davies and his girlfriend had started kissing over their sugar bowl. Harry wished they wouldn't; he felt that Davies was setting a standard with which Cho would soon expect him to compete. He felt his face growing hot and tried staring out of the window, but it was so steamed up he couldn't see the street outside. To postpone126 the moment when he would have to look at Cho, he stared up at the ceiling as though examining the paintwork and received a handful of confetti in the face from their hovering cherub123.
After a few more painful minutes, Cho mentioned Umbridge. Harry seized on the subject with relief and they passed a few happy moments abusing her, but the subject had already been so thoroughly127 canvassed128 during DA meetings it did not last very long. Silence fell again. Harry was very conscious of the slurping130 noises coming from the table next door and cast wildly around for something else to say.
‘Er ... listen, d'you want to come with me to the Three Broomsticks at lunchtime? I'm meeting Hermione Granger there.’
‘You're meeting Hermione Granger? Today?’
‘Yeah. Well, she asked me to, so I thought I would. D'you want to come with me? She said it wouldn't matter if you did.’
‘Oh ... well ... that was nice of her.’
But Cho did not sound as though she thought it was nice at all. On the contrary, her tone was cold and all of a sudden she looked rather forbidding.
A few more minutes passed in total silence, Harry drinking his coffee so fast that he would soon need a fresh cup. Beside them, Roger Davies and his girlfriend seemed glued together at the tips.
Cho's hand was lying on the table beside her coffee and Harry was feeling a mounting pressure to take hold of it. Just do it, he told himself, as a fount of mingled133 panic and excitement surged up inside his chest, just reach out and grab it. Amazing, how much more difficult it was to extend his arm twelve inches and touch her hand than it was to snatch a speeding Snitch from midair ...
But just as he moved his hand forwards, Cho took hers off the table. She was now watching Roger Davies kissing his girlfriend with a mildly interested expression.
‘He asked me out, you know,’ she said in a quiet voice. ‘A couple of weeks ago. Roger. I turned him down, though.’
Harry, who had grabbed the sugar bowl to excuse his sudden lunging movement across the table, could not think why she was telling him this. If she wished she were sitting at the next table being heartily134 kissed by Roger Davies, why had she agreed to come: out with him?
He said nothing. Their cherub threw another handful of confetti over them; some of it landed in the last cold dregs of coffee Harry had been about to drink.
‘I came in here with Cedric last year,’ said Cho.
In the second or so it took for him to take in what she had said, Harry's insides had become glacial. He could not believe she wanted to talk about Cedric now, while kissing couples surrounded them and a cherub floated over their heads.
Cho's voice was rather higher when she spoke again.
‘I've been meaning to ask you for ages ... did Cedric—did he—m—m—mention me at all before he died?’
This was the very last subject on earth Harry wanted to discuss, and least of all with Cho.
‘Well—no—’ he said quietly. ‘There—there wasn't time for him to say anything. Erm ... so ... d'you ... d'you get to see a lot of Quidditch in the holidays? You support the Tornados135, right?’
His voice sounded falsely bright and cheery. To his horror, he saw that her eyes were swimming with tears again, just as they had been after the last DA meeting before Christmas.
‘Look,’ he said desperately, leaning in so that nobody else could overhear, ‘let's not talk about Cedric right now ... let's talk about something else ...’
But this, apparently, was quite the wrong thing to say.
‘I thought,’ she said, tears spattering down on to the table, ‘I thought you'd u— u—understand! I need to talk about it! Surely you n—need to talk about it t—too! I mean, you saw it happen, d—didn't you?’
Everything was going nightmarishly wrong; Roger Davies's girlfriend had even unglued herself to look round at Cho crying.
‘Well—I have talked about it,’ Harry said in a whisper, ‘to Ron and Hermione, but—’
‘Oh, you'll talk to Hermione Granger!’ she said shrilly136, her face now shining with tears. Several more kissing couples broke apart to stare. ‘But you won't talk to me! P —perhaps it would be best if we just ... just p—paid and you went and met up with Hermione G—Granger, like you obviously want to!’
Harry stared at her, utterly137 bewildered, as she seized a frilly napkin and dabbed138 at her shining face with it.
‘Cho?’ he said weakly, wishing Roger would seize his girlfriend and start kissing her again to stop her goggling139 at him and Cho.
‘Go on, leave!’ she said, now crying into the napkin. ‘I don't know why you asked me out in the first place if you're going to make arrangements to meet other girls right after me ... how many are you meeting after Hermione?’
‘It's not like that!’ said Harry, and he was so relieved at finally understanding what she was annoyed about that he laughed, which he realised a split second too late was also a mistake.
Cho sprang to her feet. The whole tearoom was quiet and everybody was watching them now.
‘I'll see you around, Harry,’ she said dramatically, and hiccoughing slightly she dashed to the door, wrenched140 it open and hurried off into the pouring rain.
‘Cho!’ Harry called after her, but the door had already swung shut behind her with a tuneful tinkle141.
There was total silence within the teashop. Every eye was on Harry. He threw a Galleon down on to the table, shook pink confetti out of his hair, and followed Cho out of the door.
It was raining hard now and she was nowhere to be seen, he simply did not understand what had happened; half an hour ago they had been getting along fine.
‘Women!’ he muttered angrily, sloshing down the rain-washed street with his hands in his pockets. ‘What did she want to talk about Cedric for, anyway? Why does she always want to drag up a subject that makes her act like a human hosepipe?’
He turned right and broke into a splashy run, and within minutes he was turning into the doorway142 of the Three Broomsticks. He knew he was too early to meet Hermione, but he thought it likely there would be someone in here with whom he could spend the intervening time. He shook his wet hair out of his eyes and looked around. Hagrid was sitting alone in a corner, looking morose143.
‘Hi, Hagrid!’ he said, when he had squeezed through the crammed144 tables and pulled up a chair beside him.
Hagrid jumped and looked down at Harry as though he barely recognised him. Harry saw that he had two fresh cuts on his face and several new bruises145.
‘Oh, it's yeh, Harry,’ said Hagrid. ‘Yeh all righ?’
‘Yeah, I'm fine,’ lied Harry; but, next to this battered146 and mournful-looking Hagrid, he felt he didn't really have much to complain about. ‘Er—are you OK?’
‘Me?’ said Hagrid. ‘Oh yeah, I'm grand, Harry, grand.’
He gazed into the depths of his pewter tankard, which was the size of a large bucket, and sighed. Harry didn't know what to say to him. They sat side by side in silence for a moment. Then Hagrid said abruptly147, ‘In the same boat, yeh an’ me, aren’ we, ‘Arry?’
‘Er—’ said Harry.
‘Yeah ... I've said it before ... both outsiders, like,’ said Hagrid, nodding wisely. ‘An’ both orphans148. Yeah ... both orphans.’
He took a great swig from his tankard.
‘Makes a diff'rence, havin’ a decent family,’ he said. ‘Me dad was decent. An’ your mum an’ dad were decent. If they'd lived, life woulda bin149 diff'rent, eh?’
‘Yeah ... I s'pose,’ said Harry cautiously. Hagrid seemed to be in a very strange mood.
‘Family,’ said Hagrid gloomily. ‘Whatever yeh say, blood's important ...’
And he wiped a trickle150 of it out of his eye.
‘Hagrid,’ said Harry, unable to stop himself, ‘where are you getting all these injuries?’
‘Eh?’ said Hagrid, looking startled. ‘Wha’ injuries?’
‘All those!’ said Harry, pointing at Hagrid's face.
‘Oh ... tha's jus’ normal bumps an’ bruises, Harry,’ said Hagrid dismissively ‘I got a rough job.’
He drained his tankard, set it back on the table and got to his feet.
‘I'll be seein’ yeh, Harry ... take care now.’
And he lumbered out of the pub looking wretched, and disappeared into the torrential rain. Harry watched him go, feeling miserable151. Hagrid was unhappy and he was hiding something, but he seemed determined not to accept help. What was going on? But before Harry could think about it any further, he heard a voice calling his name.
‘Harry! Harry, over here!’
Hermione was waving at him from the other side of the room. He got up and made his way towards her through the crowded pub. He was still a few tables away when he realised that Hermione was not alone. She was sitting at a table with the unlikeliest pair of drinking mates he could ever have imagined: Luna Lovegood and none other than Rita Skeeter, ex-journalist on the Daily Prophet and one of Hermione's least favourite people in the world.
‘You're early!’ said Hermione, moving along to give him room to sit down. ‘I thought you were with Cho, I wasn't expecting you for another hour at least!’
‘Cho?’ said Rita at once, twisting round in her seat to stare avidly152 at Harry. ‘A girl?’
She snatched up her crocodile-skin handbag and groped within it.
‘Its none of your business if Harry's been with a hundred girls,’ Hermione told Rita coolly. ‘So you can put that away right now.’
Rita had been on the point of withdrawing an acid-green quill153 from her bag. Looking as though she had been forced to swallow Stinksap, she snapped her bag shut again.
‘What are you up to?’ Harry asked, sitting down and staring from Rita to Luna to Hermione.
‘Little Miss Perfect was just about to tell me when you arrived.’ said Rita, taking a large slurp129 of her drink. ‘I suppose I'm allowed to talk to him, am I?’ she shot at Hermione.
‘Yes, I suppose you are,’ said Hermione coldly.
Unemployment did not suit Rita. The hair that had once been set in elaborate curls now hung lank154 and unkempt around her face. The scarlet155 paint on her two-inch talons156 was chipped and there were a couple of false jewels missing from her winged glasses. She took another great gulp29 of her drink and said out of the corner of her mouth, ‘Pretty girl, is she, Harry?’
‘One more word about Harry's love life and the deal's off and that's a promise,’ said Hermione irritably.
‘What deal?’ said Rita, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. ‘You haven't mentioned a deal yet, Miss Prissy you just told me to turn up. Oh, one of these days ...’ She took a deep shuddering157 breath.
‘Yes, yes, one of these days you'll write more horrible stories about Harry and me,’ said Hermione indifferently. ‘Find someone who cares, why don't you?’
‘They've run plenty of horrible stories about Harry this year without my help,’ said Rita, shooting a sideways look at him over the top of her glass and adding in a rough whisper, ‘How has that made you feel, Harry? Betrayed? Distraught? Misunderstood?’
‘He feels angry, of course,’ said Hermione in a hard, clear voice. ‘Because he's told the Minister for Magic the truth and the Minister's too much of an idiot to believe him.’
‘So you actually stick to it, do you, that He Who Must Not Be Named is back?’ said Rita, lowering her glass and subjecting Harry to a piercing stare while her finger strayed longingly to the clasp of the crocodile bag. ‘You stand by all this garbage Dumbledore's been telling everybody about You-Know-Who returning and you being the sole witness?’
‘I wasn't the sole witness,’ snarled Harry. ‘There were a dozen-odd Death Eaters there as well. Want their names?’
‘I'd love them,’ breathed Rita, now fumbling158 in her bag once more and gazing at him as though he was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. ‘A great bold headline: “Potter Accuses ...” A sub-heading, “Harry Potter Names Death Eaters Still Among Us”. And then, beneath a nice big photograph of you, “Disturbed teenage survivor159 of You-Know-Who's attack, Harry Potter, 15, caused outrage160 yesterday by accusing respectable and prominent members of the wizarding community of being Death Eaters ...” ’
The Quick-Quotes Quill was actually in her hand and halfway161 to her mouth when the rapturous expression on her face died.
‘But of course,’ she said, lowering the quill and looking daggers162 at Hermione, ‘Little Miss Perfect wouldn't want that story out there, would she?’
‘As a matter of fact,’ said Hermione sweetly, ‘that's exactly what Little Miss Perfect does want.’
Rita stared at her. So did Harry. Luna, on the other hand, sang ‘Weasley is our King’ dreamily under her breath and stirred her drink with a cocktail163 onion on a stick.
‘You want me to report what he says about He Who Must Not Be Named?’ Rita asked Hermione in a hushed voice.
‘Yes, I do,’ said Hermione. ‘The true story. All the facts. Exactly as Harry reports them. He'll give you all the details, he'll tell you the names of the undiscovered Death Eaters he saw there, he'll tell you what Voldemort looks like now—oh, get a grip on yourself,’ she added contemptuously, throwing a napkin across the table, for, at the sound of Voldemort's name, Rita had jumped so badly she had slopped half her glass of Firewhisky down herself.
Rita blotted164 the front of her grubby raincoat, still staring at Hermione. Then she said baldly, ‘The Prophet wouldn't print it. In case you haven't noticed, nobody believes his cock-and-bull story. Everyone thinks he's delusional165. Now, if you let me write the story from that angle—’
‘We don't need another story about how Harry's lost his marbles!’ said Hermione angrily. ‘We've had plenty of those already, thank you! I want him given the opportunity to tell the truth!’
‘There's no market for a story like that,’ said Rita coldly.
‘You mean the Prophet won't print it because Fudge won't let them,’ said Hermione irritably.
Rita gave Hermione a long, hard look. Then, leaning forwards across the table towards her, she said in a businesslike tone, ‘All right, Fudge is leaning on the Prophet, but it comes to the same thing. They won't print a story that shows Harry in a good light. Nobody wants to read it. It's against the public mood. This last Azkaban breakout has got people quite worried enough. People just don't want to believe You-Know-Who's back.’
‘So the Daily Prophet exists to tell people what they want to hear, does it?’ said Hermione scathingly.
Rita sat up straight again, her eyebrows raised, and drained her glass of Firewhisky,
‘The Prophet exists to sell itself, you silly girl,’ she said coldly.
‘My dad thinks it's an awful paper,’ said Luna, chipping into the conversation unexpectedly. Sucking on her cocktail onion, she gazed at Rita with her enormous, protuberant166, slightly mad eye. ‘He publishes important stories he thinks the public needs to know. He doesn't care about making money.’
Rita looked disparagingly167 at Luna.
‘I'm guessing your father runs some stupid little village newsletter?’ she said. ‘Probably, Twenty-five Ways to Mingle132 With Muggles and the dates of the next Bring and Fly Sale?’
‘No,’ said Luna, dipping her onion back into her Gillywater, ‘he's the editor of The Quibbler.’
Rita snorted so loudly that people at a nearby table looked round in alarm.
‘"Important stories he thinks the public needs to know", eh?’ she said witheringly. ‘I could manure my garden with the contends of that rag.’
‘Well, this is your chance to raise the tone of it a bit, isn't it?’ said Hermione pleasantly. ‘Luna says her father's quite happy to take Harry's interview. That's who'll be publishing it.’
Rita stared at them both for a moment, then let out a great whoop168 of laughter.
‘The Quibbler!’ she said, cackling. ‘You think people will take him seriously if he's published in The Quibbler!’
‘Some people won't,’ said Hermione in a level voice. ‘But the Daily Prophet's version of the Azkaban breakout had some gaping169 holes in it. I think a lot of people will be wondering whether there isn't a better explanation of what happened, and if there's an alternative story available, even if it is published in a—’ she glanced sideways at Luna, ‘in a—well, an unusual magazine—I think they might be rather keen to read it.’
Rita didn't say anything for a while, but eyed Hermione shrewdly, her head a little to one side.
‘All right, let's say for a moment I'll do it,’ she said abruptly. ‘What kind of fee am I going to get?’
‘I don't think Daddy exactly pays people to write for the magazine,’ said Luna dreamily. ‘They do it because it's an honour and, of course, to see their names in print.’
Rita Skeeter looked as though the taste of Stinksap was strong in her mouth again as she rounded on Hermione.
‘I'm supposed to do this for free?’
‘Well, yes,’ said Hermione calmly, taking a sip170 of her drink. ‘Otherwise, as you very well know, I will inform the authorities that you are an unregistered Animagus. Of course, the Prophet might give you rather a lot for an insider's account of life in Azkaban.’
Rita looked as though she would have liked nothing better than to seize the paper umbrella sticking out of Hermione's drink and thrust it up her nose.
‘I don't suppose I've got any choice, have I?’ said Rita, her voice shaking slightly. She opened her crocodile bag once more, withdrew a piece of parchment, and raised her Quick-Quotes Quill.
‘Daddy will be pleased,’ said Luna brightly. A muscle twitched171 in Rita's jaw172.
‘OK, Harry?’ said Hermione, turning to him. ‘Ready to tell the public the truth?’
‘I suppose,’ said Harry, watching Rita balancing the Quick-Quotes Quill at the ready on the parchment between them.
‘Fire away, then, Rita,’ said Hermione serenely173, fishing a cherry out from the bottom of her glass.
第二天哈利的问题就有了答案。当荷米恩打开《预言家日报》的时候，她刚盯着头版看了一会儿，就猛地叫了起来，弄得旁边的人全都转过头来看她。
“怎么啦？”哈利和罗恩异口同声地问。
作为回答，她把报纸在面前的桌子上摊开，指着头版上满满的十张黑白照片，九张上面是男巫，第十张上是个女巫。一些人无声地嘲弄着什么，另一些人轻轻敲着照片的边缘，看上去非常傲慢无礼。每张照片都附标了姓名和此人被送进阿兹卡班之前所犯的罪行。
“安东宁。多洛霍夫，”哈利念着，这个人有着一张长长的、苍白的、扭曲的脸，正嘲笑地看着哈利。“残忍地杀害了吉迪恩和费比恩。普利维特。”
“阿尔杰农。洛克伍德，”这个人脸上长满了痘疮，头发油腻腻的，正懒洋洋地靠在照片边缘上，“把魔法部的秘密透露给了神秘人。”
但是哈利的视线不由得投向了那个女巫。他看到这一页的时候她的脸就跳了出来。照片上的她有着长长的黑色的头发，看上去蓬乱不堪，不像他过去看到的那样浓密光亮。她在眼睑后面注视着哈利，薄薄的嘴边有一丝傲慢的轻蔑的笑容。和天狼星一样，她的脸上留有过去姣好面容的痕迹，但是有什么—也许是阿兹卡班—带走了她大部分的美丽。
“贝拉特里克斯。雷斯特朗，折磨并导致了弗兰克和爱丽斯。隆巴顿夫妇的精神失常。”
荷米恩用肘部轻轻推了推哈利，指着照片上方一行大字标题，哈利只顾着看贝拉特里克斯而忽略了。
“阿兹卡班大规模的越狱”
“魔法部担心布莱克正在召集老的食死徒”
“布莱克？”哈利大声地说，“不是—”
“嘘——”荷米恩拼命地阻止他，“别那么大声，看就行了！”
“在昨夜晚些时候，魔法部宣布，阿兹卡班发生了大规模的越狱。
魔法部长康纳利。福吉对记者说，十个被高度戒备守卫的犯人在昨晚早些时候逃跑了，他已经通知了麻瓜的首相，告诉他这些人是极度危险的。
‘非常不幸的，我们发现自己又处在了两年半以前，天狼星布莱克越狱时的那种境地。’福吉昨晚说，‘我们认为这两次越狱是有联系的。如此大规模的越狱意味着外面有人接应，而我们必须记得，有史以来第一个越狱者天狼星布莱克，会理所应当地去帮助那些人步他的后尘。我们认为这些人，包括布莱克的堂姐，贝拉特里克斯。雷斯特朗，很有可能已经聚集在首领布莱克的身边。但是我们将竭尽所能去围捕这些罪犯，同时也希望魔法人士能保持警惕。不要去靠近任何一个罪犯。’”
“你看，哈利，”罗恩害怕地说，“所以他昨天晚上那么高兴。”
“我不能相信，”哈利发怒地说，“福吉竟然指责天狼星领导了越狱？”
“他还能有什么别的观点？”荷米恩厉声说，“他不可能说‘对不起，各位，丹伯多警告过我这可能会发生，阿兹卡班的守卫已经投向了伏地魔’——别哼哼，罗恩—‘而现在伏地魔最糟糕的支持者也已经越狱了。’我的意思是，他不是花了整整六个月来告诉每个人你和丹伯多在撒谎吗？”
荷米恩打开报纸去读里面的内容，而哈利则开始环顾四周。他不明白为什么他的同学没有感到害怕，或者至少讨论一下头版上这则可怕的消息，但是只有少数人才像荷米恩那样每天看报。他们都在讨论家庭作业和魁地奇，以及别的乱七八糟的事情，而就在墙的外面，十个食死徒接受了伏地魔的授衔。
他瞥了一眼教工的桌子。那里的情况完全不同：丹伯多正在和麦格教授深入地交谈，看上去表情凝重。斯普劳特教授把报纸靠在一瓶番茄酱上，看得如此专心，以致于没有发现蛋黄正从一动不动的勺子里滴落到腿上。同时，在桌子一端的尽头，昂布瑞吉教授正在使劲地喝一碗麦片粥。只有那么一会儿，她那眼袋下垂的癞蛤蟆似的眼睛没有扫视大厅，寻找行为不端的学生。她板着个脸，一边吞咽，一边不时地朝桌子那边专心谈话的丹伯多和麦格教授恶意地看两眼。
“噢，我的—”荷米恩奇怪地说，仍然看着报纸。
“又怎么啦？”哈利快速地问，他觉得紧张。
“简直—可怕，”荷米恩说，看上去在发抖。她把十个食死徒的反页折起来递给了哈利和罗恩。
“魔法部工作人员悲惨的死亡
在昨天晚上，魔法部的工作人员布罗得里克。伯德，49号，被发现死在了他的病床上，他是被一盆盆栽植物扼死的。圣蒙戈医院承诺将对此作全面的调查。当时医疗者已经赶到了现场，但仍不能救下伯德。死者是几个星期前因为工伤住进医院的。
医疗者米里亚姆。斯特劳特，伯德病房的负责人，昨天已经被留薪停职，并拒绝发表意见。但是医院的发言人声明说：
‘圣蒙戈医院对伯德的死深表遗憾，在此次悲惨的事件之前他的健康已经在稳定地恢复了。
我们对于病房内的装饰物都有严格的规定，但是当时治疗者斯特劳特正忙于圣诞节的事情，忽视了伯德床边那盆植物的危险性。由于伯德的语言和行为能力都在恢复，斯特劳特鼓励他自己来照看那盆植物，丝毫没有意识到那不是一棵无辜的飞来花，而是从恶魔陷井上砍下来的一段，于是当逐渐痊愈的伯德触到它的时候，马上就被无情地扼死了。’圣蒙戈医院仍然不能解释为什么这盆植物会出现在病房内，现在正在请所有知情的巫师提供线索。”
“伯德，”罗恩说，“伯德，好像听到过。”
“我们见过他，”荷米恩低声说。“在圣蒙戈，记得吗？他就在洛克哈特的对面，就躺在那儿，瞪着天花板。那个恶魔的陷井来时我们也看见了，她—那个治疗者—还说它是圣诞节的礼物呢。”
哈利回过去看报道。一种恐惧的感觉像胆汁一样涌上了喉头。
“我们怎么就没认出恶魔的陷井呢？我们见过它，我们本来可以阻止这件事发生的。”
“谁会想到恶魔的陷井会作为盆栽植物出现在病房里呢？”罗恩尖锐地说，“这不是我们的错，应该怪那个送去的人！他们都是些傻瓜，买东西的时候怎么就不检查一下？”
“噢，想想吧，罗恩，”荷米恩颤抖着说，“我不认为谁会把恶魔的陷井栽进盆里，而不知道它会杀死人。这—这是一次谋杀，一次聪明的谋杀。如果这盆植物是被匿名地送去的，又怎么找得出是谁干的呢？”
哈利没去想恶魔的陷井。他记起去魔法部参加听证会的那天，当他乘电梯去第九层的时候，从中庭那里进来过一个面如菜色的男人。
“我见过伯德，”他缓缓地说，“在魔法部里，我和你爸爸在一起。”
罗恩张大了嘴巴。
“我在家里听爸爸谈起过他！他是个难以形容的—他在神秘事物司工作！”
他们面面相觑，然后荷米恩把报纸拉回到自己面前，合起来，朝头版上那十个食死徒的照片看了一会儿，就一下子站了起来。
“你去哪儿？”罗恩吃惊地问。
“送封信，”荷米恩回答，把书包摆到肩上，“这个，嗯，我也不清楚，但值得试一试，我是唯一能做的人。”
“我就是讨厌她这样，”罗恩抱怨，他和哈利正慢慢地走出大厅。“告诉我们她要去干什么，哪怕一次，难道她就会死吗？只需要花十秒钟—嗨，哈格力！”
哈格力正站在门厅的门口，等一群拉文克劳的学生过去。他仍然有很多伤，就像那天他从巨人那里回来一样。他的鼻梁右边有一道新的伤口。
“还好吗，你们两个？”他叫道，试图挤出一个笑容，但努力的结果是一种痛苦的扭曲。
“你好吗，哈格力？”哈利问，跟在他后面随着拉文克劳的学生们一起走。
“好，好，”哈格力用一种虚弱的、一听就是假话的腔调说；他朝经过的维克多教授挥挥手，假装不去看后者那被吓着的表情，“只是，忙，你们知道，平时的那些事—准备上课的内容—那些火怪要掉尾巴了，而且我还要接受调查，”他咕哝着。
“你在接受调查？”罗恩大声地说，旁边经过的学生都好奇地望着他。“对不起—我的意思是—你在接受调查？”他低声说。
“是的，”哈格力说。“不像我想的那样，老实告诉你们。不过你们不用担心，尽管进行地不太好，你们知道，无论如何，”他深深地叹了口气，“也许我该多放点辣椒粉，说不定下次火怪的尾巴就能脱落了。回头见，哈利，罗恩。”
他走下石阶，从泥泞的操场上深一脚浅一脚地走了。哈利看着他，不知道自己还能承受多少坏消息。
在以后的几天里，哈格力被接受调查的事已经在学校里传开了。令哈利愤慨的是，很少有人对次表示不安，实际上，有些人，尤其是马尔夫，似乎对此极为高兴。而对于那个在圣蒙戈医院死掉的魔法部的工作人员，哈利，罗恩和荷米恩似乎是仅有的知道并关心的人。现在走廊里只有一个话题：十个逃跑的食死徒，他们的故事已经被读过报纸的人传遍了学校。有谣言说，其中的一些人已经在霍格莫得村安顿了下来，就藏在尖叫棚屋里，正准备向霍格瓦彻进攻，就像天狼星布莱克曾经做过的那样。
那些来自魔法家庭的学生听到这些食死徒的名字时，就像听到伏地魔一样害怕。那些人在伏地魔的恐怖统治时期所犯下的罪行被引为传奇。霍格瓦彻的学生里头，有一些人与被害人有关系，现在走在走廊里的时候就会被人指指点点：苏珊。波恩斯，她的叔叔、婶婶和表妹都死在其中一个食死徒的手上，在上Herbology的时候悲惨地对哈利说现在她知道哈利的感受了：
“我不知道你怎么能够忍受—简直太恐怖了！”她坦率地说，往她的树苗里加了太多的龙粪，以致与它们扭动了起来，发出难受的吱吱身。
的确，这些天哈利又成为走廊里嘀嘀咕咕和指指点点的目标了，然而他发现那些声音似乎与以往略有不同。听上去是好奇而不是敌对了，有一两次他甚至无意中听到一些对话，对于《预言家日报》关于十个食死徒的越狱方法和原因言之不详表示不满。在他们的困惑和恐惧中，这些怀疑似乎可以用另一种解释类说明：那就是过去一年里哈利和丹伯多所一直坚持的。
不仅仅是学生们的态度改变了。有两三个教师也开始在走廊里低声地、紧张地交谈，看到学生走过来就连忙停止谈话。
“他们显然不能在教师休息室里自由地谈话，”有一天哈利、罗恩和荷米恩看到麦格教授，弗立维教授和斯普劳特教授在咒语课教室外聚在一起时，荷米恩低声说道。“昂布瑞吉在那儿。”
“也许他们知道些新情况？”罗恩说，转过头去看着那三位老师。
“就算有，我们也不会知道，对吗？”哈利生气地说。“在某某法令之后，现在是几啦？”他说的是阿兹卡班越狱事件之后的第二天，学校布告栏上出现的布告：
“霍格瓦彻高级调查员的命令
教师们被禁止向学生们提供任何与教学内容无关的信息以上为第二十六号教育法令”
这个最新的法令在学生中间传为笑谈。李。乔丹向昂布瑞吉指出，根据新的法令，她不能不让弗莱德和乔治在教室后头玩爆炸烟火。
“爆炸烟火和黑魔法防御术没什么关系，教授！它和你的教学内容无关！”
当哈利再见到李的时候，他的手背上正严重地留着血。哈利向他推荐了Murtlap精。
哈利以为阿兹卡班的越狱事件也许会使昂布瑞吉稍有收敛，对于在她所爱的福吉的鼻子底下发生的灾难，她也许会感到不安。然而，唯一的后果似乎是她更狂热地力图将霍格瓦彻生活的所有方面都归与自己控制。她似乎已经决定了不久之后将有一次解雇，唯一的问题是特劳妮教授和哈格力谁会先走。
现在每一次的预言课和神奇动物保护课已经被昂布瑞吉和她的笔记本所控制。她埋伏在香雾缭绕的塔楼房间的炉火边，用一些极难的鸟占术之类的问题打断特劳妮教授越来越兴奋的谈话，坚持她必须在学生们回答问题之前就知道回答的内容，要求她依次用水晶球，茶叶和古文石展示她的才能。哈利认为特劳妮教授在高压之下马上就要崩溃了。有几次他在走廊上看到她—这是很不寻常的，因为她总是待在塔楼上自己的房间里—粗鲁地自言自语，双手湿淋淋的，受惊吓地往旁边看，身上散发着一股雪梨酒的味道。如果哈利不用担心哈格力的话，他就要对她感到抱歉了—如果他们之间有一个人要失去工作的话，谁该留下对于哈利来说只有一个选择。
不幸的是，哈利发现哈格力的情况不比特劳妮好多少。尽管他似乎采纳了荷米恩的意见，不再给他们看比Crup更吓人的动物，但是圣诞节以来，他的勇气也似乎丧失殆尽了。上课的时候他显得心烦意乱，甚至有些神经质，没有了上课的思路，问题都回答错了，还总是不安地看着昂布瑞吉。他和哈利他们也疏远了，还禁止他们天黑之后去看他。
“如果她抓住了你们，我们就都完了。”他无力地说，不想做任何危及他工作的事，当然也包括他们在晚上跑到他的小屋里。
对哈利来说，昂布瑞吉正在剥夺他在霍格瓦彻美好生活里的所有东西：去哈格力的小屋，收天狼星的信，他的火弩箭和魁地奇。他唯一可以作为报复的行动就是—加倍努力地训练DA成员。
哈利很高兴看到所有的人，甚至包括扎卡利亚斯。史密斯，在听到食死徒逃跑的消息之后更努力地训练，但谁的进步也没有纳威显著。攻击他父母的凶手逃跑的消息使他身上发生了一种奇怪的，甚至有些惊人的变化。他一次也没有和哈利，罗恩以及荷米恩提起圣蒙戈医院里的会面，而他们也像他
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teaspoon
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catching
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ambling
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weird
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cherubs
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hovering
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postpone
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eyebrows
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tornados
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dabbed
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goggling
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wrenched
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tinkle
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doorway
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bruises
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orphans
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bin
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quill
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scarlet
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halfway
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whoop
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sip
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twitched
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jaw
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