时间：2020 01-26 作者：tpsbmfz 浏览量：94144
'So,' said Ron, pushing aside a low-hanging branch and holding out Harry's wand, 'had any ideas?'
A chink of soft golden light hit their feet and, widening, rose up their bodies. Harry bent his knees and held his wand as ready as he could in such cramped conditions as he peered through the glass to see whether anybody was waiting for them in the Atrium, but it seemed, to be completely empty. The light was dimmer than it had been by day; there were no fires burning under the mantelpieces set into the walls, but as the lift slid smoothly to a halt he saw that golden symbols continued to twist sinuously in the dark blue ceiling.
'Let's get out of here,' said Harry. This isn't right, we need to try another door.'
'You need more persuasion?' she said, her chest rising and falling rapidly. 'Very well - take the smallest one,' she ordered the Death Eaters beside her. 'Let him watch while we torture the little girl. I'll do it.'
'I s'pose we're going to ride on the back of the Kacky Snorgle or whatever it is?' Ron demanded.
'I . . . I don't think Sirius is here.'
'What makes you think that?'
He glanced along at the other labels on that stretch of shelf.
'What?' he said.
'OK, fine, it's your choice,' he said curtly, 'but unless we can find more Thestrals you're not going to be able - '
'No, they got chased off by Grawp,' said Harry.
He yelled and stamped his enormous feet and the centaur; scattered out of the way; pebble-sized droplets of Grawp's blood showered Harry as he pulled Hermione to her feet and the pair of them ran as fast as they could for the shelter of the trees. Once there they looked back; Grawp was snatching blindly at the centaurs as blood ran down his face; they were retreating in disorder, galloping away through the trees on the other side of the clearing. Harry and Hermione watched Grawp give another roar of fury and plunge after them, smashing more trees aside as he went.（央视记者 徐海霞）
He knew it at once by the beautiful, dancing, diamond-sparkling light. As Harry's eyes became accustomed to the brilliant glare, he saw clocks gleaming from every surface, large and small, grandfather and carriage, hanging in spaces between the bookcases or standing on desks ranging the length of the room, so that a busy, relentless ticking filled the place like thousands of minuscule, marching footsteps. The source of the dancing, diamond-bright light was a towering crystal bell jar that stood at the far end of the room.。