第13节

oodthathadrushedtohishead.Hehadpure-whitehairａｎｄathick，bushybeard:atrussed-upFatherChristmas.

“Ihaveitnot，Ihaveitnomore!Itwas，manyyearsago，stolenfromme!”

“DonotlietoLordVoldemort，Gregorovitch.HeknowsHealwaysknows.”Thehangingman’spupilswerewide，dilatedwithfear，ａｎｄtheyseemedtoswell，biggerａｎｄbiggeruntiltheirblacknessswallowedHarrywhole–

AndhowHarrywashurryingalongadarkcorridorinstoutlittleGregorovitch’swakeasheheldalanternaloft:Gregorovitchburstintotheroomattheendofthepassageａｎｄhislanternilluminatedwhatlookedlikeaworkshop;woodshavingsａｎｄgoldgleamedintheswingingpooloflight，ａｎｄthereonthewindowledgesatperched，likeagiantbird，ayoungmanwithgoldenhair.Inthesplitsecondthatthelantern’slightilluminatedhim，Harrysawthedelightuponhishａｎｄsomeface，thentheintrudershotaStunningSpellfromhiswａｎｄａｎｄjumpedneatlybackwardoutofthewindowwithacrowoflaughter.

AndHarrywashurtlingbackoutofthosewide，tunnellikepupilsａｎｄGregorovitch’sfacewasstrickenwithterror.

“Whowasthethief，Gregorovitch?”saidthehighcoldvoice.

“Idonotknow，Ineverknew，ayoungman–no–please–PLEASE!”

Ascreamthatwentonａｎｄonａｎｄthenaburstofgreenlight–

“Harry!”

Heopenedhiseyes，panting，hisforeheadthrobbing.Hehadpassedoutagainstthesideofthetent，hadslidsidewaysdownthecanvas，ａｎｄwassprawledontheground.HelookedupatHermione，whosebushyhairobscuredthetinypatchofskyvisiblethroughthedarkbrancheshighabovethem.

“Dream，”hesaid，sittingupquicklyａｎｄattemptingtomeetHermione’sglowerwithalookofinnocence.“Must’vedozedoff，sorry.”

“Iknowitwasyourscar!Icantellbythelookonyourface!YouwerelookingintoVol–“

“Don’tsayhisname!”cameRon’sangryvoicefromthedepthsofthetent.

“Fine，”retortedHermione，“You-Know-Who’smind，then!”“Ididn’tmeanittohappen!”Harrysaid.“Itwasadream!Canyoucontrolwhatyoudreamabout，Hermione?”

“IfyoujustlearnedtoapplyOcclumency–“

ButHarrywasnotinterestedinbeingtoldoff;hewantedtodiscusswhathehadjustseen.

“He’sfoundGregorovitch，Hermione，ａｎｄIthinkhe’skilledhim，butbeforehekilledhimhereadGregorovitch’smindａｎｄIsaw–“

“IthinkI’dbettertakeoverthewatchifyou’resotiredyou’refallingsleep，”saidHermionecoldly.

“Icanfinishthewatch!”

“No，you’reobviouslyexhausted.Goａｎｄliedown.”

Shedroppeddowninthemouthofthetent，lookingstubborn.Angry，butwishingtoavoidarow，Harryduckedbackinside.

Ron’sstill-palefacewaspokingoutfromthelowerbunk;Harryclimbedintotheoneabovehim，laydown，ａｎｄlookedupatthedarkcanvasceiling.Afterseveralmoments，RonspokeinavoicesolowthatitwouldnotcarrytoHermione，huddleintheentrance.

“What’sYou-Know-Whodoing?”

Harryscreweduphiseyesintheefforttoremembereverydetail，thenwhisperedintothedarkness.

“HefoundGregorovitch.Hehadhimtiedup，hewastorturinghim.”“How’sGregorovitchsupposedtomakehimanewwａｎｄifhe’stiedup?”

“IdunnoIt’sweird，isn’tit?”

Harryclosedhiseyes，thinkingofallthathehadseenａｎｄheard.Themoreherecalled，thelesssenseitmadeVoldemorthadsaidnothingaboutHarry’swａｎｄ，nothingaboutthetwincores，nothingaboutGregorovitchmakinganewａｎｄmorepowerfulwａｎｄtobeatHarry’s

“HewantedsomethingfromGregorovitch，”Harrysaid，eyesstillclosedtight.“Heaskedhimtohａｎｄitover，butGregorovitchsaidithadbeenstolenfromhimａｎｄthenthen”

Herememberedhowhe，asVoldemort，hadseemedtohurtlethroughGregorovitch’seyes，intohismemories

“HereadGregorovitch’smind，ａｎｄIsawthisyoungblokeperchedonawindowsill，ａｎｄhefiredacurseatGregorovitchａｎｄjumpedoutofsight.Hestoleit，hestolewhateverYou-Know-Who’safter.AndIIthinkI’veseenhimsomewhere”

Harrywishedhecouldhaveanotherglimpseofthelaughingboy’sface.Thethefthadhappenedmanyyearsago，accordingtoGregorovitch.Whydidtheyoungthieflookfamiliar?

Thenoisesofthesurroundingwoodsweremuffledinsidethetent;allHarrycouldhearwasRon’sbreathing.Afterawhile，Ronwhispered，“Couldn’tyouseewhatthethiefwasholding?”