时间：2020 01-23 作者：xoyvvsg 浏览量：56767
Up and down he paced, consumed with anger and frustration, grinding his teeth and clenching his fists, casting angry looks out at the empty, star-strewn sky every time he passed the window. Dementors sent to get him, Mrs Figg and Mundungus Fletcher tailing him in secret, then suspension from Hogwarts and a hearing at the Ministry of Magic - and still no one was telling him what was going on.
'Very clean, aren't they, these Muggles?' said the witch called Tonks, who was looking around the kitchen with great interest. 'My dad's Muggle-born and he's a right old slob. I suppose it varies, just as it does with wizards?'
One of Harry's socks gave a feeble sort of wiggle and flopped back on top of the mess in the trunk.
The empty house creaked around him. The pipes gurgled. Harry ay there in a kind of stupor, thinking of nothing, suspended in misery.
'Come here, boy,' said Moody gruffly, beckoning Harry towards him with his wand. 'I need to Disillusion you.'
Arthur has just told us what's happened. Don't leave the house again, whatever you do.
'Murdered my parents, yes,' Harry said dully.
'No, I wouldn't mind,' Harry mumbled, turning away. He did rot like people staring at his scar.
Lupin smiled but made no answer.
They were bound to write back quickly; they couldn't possibly ignore a Dementor attack. He'd probably wake up tomorrow to three fat letters full of sympathy and plans for his immediate removal to The Burrow. And with that comforting idea, sleep rolled over him, stifling all further thought.
'So would you if your fool of a mother had called you Nymphadora,' muttered Tonks.