第12节

fearofaname–“beganHarry.

“Incaseyouhadn’tnoticed，mate，callingYou-Know-Whobyhisnamedidn’tdoDumbledoremuchgoodintheend，”Ronsnappedback.“Just–justshowYou-Know-Whosomerespect，willyou?”

“Respect?”Harryrepeated，butHermioneshothimawarninglook;apparentlyhewasnottoarguewithRonwhilethelatterwasinsuchaweakenedcondition.

HarryａｎｄHermionehalfcarried，halfdraggedRonthroughtheentranceofthetent.TheinteriorwasexactlyasHarryrememberedit;asmallflat，completewithbathroomａｎｄtinykitchen.HeshovedasideanoldarmchairａｎｄloweredRoncarefullyontothelowerberthofabunkbed.EventhisveryshortjourneyhadturnedRonwhiterstill，ａｎｄoncetheyhadsettledhimonthemattressheclosedhiseyesagainａｎｄdidnotspeakforawhile.

“I’llmakesometea，”saidHermionebreathlessly，pullingkettleａｎｄmugsfromthedepthsofherbagａｎｄheadingtowardthekitchen.

第9章HarryfoundthehotdrinkaswelcomeasthefirewhiskyhadbeenonthenightthatMad-Eyehaddied;itseemedtoburnawayalittleofthefearflutteringinhischest.Afteraminuteortwo，Ronbrokethesilence.

“Whatd’youreckonhappenedtotheCattermoles?”

“Withanyluck，they’llhavegotaway，”saidHermione，clutchingherhotmugforcomfort.“AslongasMr.Cattermolehadhiswitsabouthim，he’llhavetransportedMrs.CattermolebySide-Along-Apparitionａｎｄthey’llbefleeingthecountryrightnowwiththeirchildren.That’swhatHarrytoldhertodo.”

“Blimey，Ihopetheyescaped，”saidRon，leaningbackonhispillows.Theteaseemedtobedoinghimgood;alittleofhiscolorhadreturned.“Ididn’tgetthefeelingRegCattermolewasallthatquick-witted，though，thewayeveryonewastalkingtomewhenIwashim.God，IhopetheymadeitIftheybothendupinAzkabanbecauseofus”

HarrylookedoveratHermioneａｎｄthequestionhehadbeenabouttoask–aboutwhetherMrs.Cattermole’slackofawａｎｄwouldpreventherApparatingalongsideherhusbａｎｄ–diedinhisthroat.HermionewaswatchingRonfretoverthefateoftheCattermoles，ａｎｄtherewassuchtendernessinherexpressionthatHarryfeltalmostasifhehadsurprisedherintheactofkissinghim.

“So，haveyougotit?”Harryaskedher，partlytoremindherthathewasthere.

“Got–gotwhat?”shesaidwithalittlestart.

“Whatdidwejustgothroughallthatfor?Thelocket!Where’sthelocket?”

“Yougotit?”shoutedRon，raisinghimselfalittlehigheronhispillows.“Noonetellsmeanything!Blimey，youcouldhavementionedit!”“Well，wewererunningforourlivesfromtheDeathEaters，weren’twe?”saidHermione.“Here.”

AndshepulledthelocketoutofthepocketofherrobesａｎｄhａｎｄedittoRon.

Itwasaslargeasachicken’segg.AnornateletterS，inlaidwithmanysmallgreenstones，glinteddullyinthediffusedlightshiningthroughthetent’scanvasroof.

“Thereisn’tanychancesomeone’sdestroyeditsinceKreacherhadit?”askedRonhopefully.“Imean，arewesureit’sstillaHorcrux?”

“Ithinkso，”saidHermione，takingitbackfromhimａｎｄlookingatitclosely.“There’dbesomesignofdamageifithadbeenmagicallydestroyed.”