时间：02-18 来源：转载自澎湃新闻 浏览量：6486
More screams of pain from the wand . . . and then something else emerged from its tip ...
Cornelius Fudge is going to be doing it."
After about fifty yards, they reached a fork. They looked at each other.
"This dog will be remaining with Harry for a while," said Dumbledore simply. "I assure you, he is extremely well trained. Harry - I will wait while you get into bed."
said Dumbledore steadily. "He witnessed Lord Voldemort's rebirth. I will explain it all to you if you will step up to my office."
"Harry, you can't help him now. It's over. Let go."
"You are very near your goal. The quickest way is past me."
"Very - very well," said Madam Pomfrey, looking startled, and she too left.
It was pain beyond anything Harry had ever experienced; his very bones were on fire; his head was surely splitting along his scar; his eyes were rolling madly in his head; he wanted it to end ... to black out... to die ...
"She doesn't expect the Dursleys to turn up, does she?" he asked Ron blankly.
There was a loud crack, and the shape-shifter exploded in a wisp of smoke. The silver stag faded from sight. Harry wished it could have stayed, he could have used some company...but he moved on, quickly and quietly as possible, listening hard, his wand held high once more.
Harry looked between them, then said, "Mrs. Weasley, you didn't believe that rubbish Rita Skeeter wrote in Witch Weekly, did you? Because Hermione's not my girlfriend."
"No," said Cedric.
"And here" - Voldemort moved on to the two largest hooded figures - "we have Crabbe . . .
"How's Percy?" Harry asked as they walked around the greenhouses.
And now another head was emerging from the tip of Voldemorts wand . . . and Harry knew when he saw it who it would be ... he knew, as though he had expected it from the moment when Cedric had appeared from the wand . . . knew, because the man appearing was the one he'd thought of more than any other tonight. . . .。
Harry felt a chill in his stomach as Professor McGonagall struggled to find words to describe what had happened. He did not need her to finish her sentence. He knew what the dementor must have done. It had administered its fatal kiss to Barty Crouch. It had sucked his soul out through his mouth. He was worse than dead.？