第3章ALBUSDUMBLEDOREREMEMBERED
ByElphiasDogeImetAlbusDumbledoreattheageofeleven，onourfirstdayatHogwarts.Ourmutualattractionwasundoubtedlyduetothefactthatwebothfeltourselvestobeoutsiders.Ihadcontracteddragonpoxshortlybeforearrivingatschool，ａｎｄwhileIwasnolongercontagious，mypock-markedvisageａｎｄgreenishhuedidnotencouragemanytoapproachme.Forhispart，Albus
hadarrivedatHogwartsundertheburdenofunwantednotoriety.Scarcelyayearpreviously，hisfather，Percival，hadbeenconvictedofasavageａｎｄwell-publicizedattackuponthreeyoungMuggles.Albusneverattemptedtodenythathisfather(whowastodieinAzkaban)hadcommittedthiscrime;onthecontrary，whenIpluckedupcouragetoaskhim，heassuredmethatheknewhisfa
thertobeguilty.Beyondthat，Dumbledorerefusedtospeakofthesadbusiness，thoughmanyattemptedtomakehimdoso.Some，indeed，weredisposedtopraisehisfather’sactionａｎｄassumedthatAlbustoowasaMuggle-hater.Theycouldnothavebeenmoremistaken:AsanybodywhoknewAlbuswouldattest，heneverrevealedtheremotestanti-Muggletendency.Indeed，hisdetermined
supportforMugglerightsgainedhimmanyenemiesinsubsequentyears.Inamatterofmonths，however，Albus’sownfamehadbeguntoeclipsethatofhisfather.BytheendofhisfirstyearhewouldneveragainbeknownasthesonofaMuggle-hater，butasnothingmoreorlessthanthemostbrilliantstudenteverseenattheschool.Thoseofuswhowereprivilegedtobehisfriendsbenefite
dfromhisexample，nottomentionhishelpａｎｄencouragement，withwhichhewasalwaysgenerous.Heconfessedtomelaterinlifethathekneweventhenthathisgreatestpleasurelayinteaching.Henotonlywoneveryprizeofnotethattheschooloffered，hewassooninregularcorrespondencewiththemostnotablemagicalnamesoftheday，includingNicolasFlamel，thecelebratedal
chemist;BathildaBagshot，thenotedhistorian;ａｎｄAdalbertWaffling，themagicaltheoretician.SeveralofhispapersfoundtheirwayintolearnedpublicationssuchasTransfigurationToday，ChallengesinCharming，ａｎｄThePracticalPotioneer.Dumbledore’
sfuturecareerseemedlikelytobemeteoric，ａｎｄtheonlyquestionthatremainedwaswhenhewouldbecomeMinisterofMagic.Thoughitwasoftenpredictedinlateryearsthathewasonthepointoftakingthejob，however，heneverhadMinisterialambitions.ThreeyearsafterwehadstartedatHogwarts，Albus’
sbrother，Aberforth，arrivedatschool.Theywerenotalike:Aberforthwasneverbookishａｎｄ，unlikeAlbus，preferredtosettleargumentsbyduelingratherthanthroughreasoneddiscussion.However，itisquitewrongtosuggest，assomehave，thatthebrotherswerenotfriends.Theyrubbedalongascomfortablyastwosuchdifferentboyscoulddo.InfairnesstoAberforth，itmu
stbeadmittedthatlivinginAlbus’sshadowcannothavebeenanaltogethercomfortableexperience.Beingcontinuallyoutshonewasanoccupationalhazardofbeinghisfriendａｎｄcannothavebeenanymorepleasurableasabrother.WhenAlbusａｎｄIleftHogwartsweintendedtotakethethen-traditionaltouroftheworldtogether，visitingａｎｄobservingforeignwizards，beforepu
rsuingourseparatecareers.However，tragedyintervened.Ontheveryeveofourtrip，Albus’smother，Kendra，died，leavingAlbusthehead，ａｎｄsolebreadwinner，ofthefamily.IpostponedmydeparturelongenoughtopaymyrespectsatKendra’
sfuneral，thenleftforwhatwasnowtobeasolitaryjourney.Withayoungerbrotherａｎｄsistertocarefor，ａｎｄlittlegoldlefttothem，therecouldnolongerbeanyquestionofAlbusaccompanyingme.Thatwastheperiodofourliveswhenwehadleastcontact.IwrotetoAlbus，describing，perhapsinsensitively，thewondersofmyjourney，fromnarrowescapesfromchimaerasinGreece
totheexperimentsoftheEgyptianalchemists.Hisletterstoldmelittleofhisday-to-daylife，whichIguessedtobefrustratinglydullforsuchabrilliantwizard.Immersedinmyownexperiences，itwaswithhorrorthatIheard，towardtheendofmyyear’
stravels，thatanothertragedyhadstrucktheDumbledores:thedeathofhissister，Ariana.ThoughArianahadbeeninpoorhealthforalongtime，theblow，comingsosoonafterthelossoftheirmother，hadaprofoundeffectonbothofherbrothers.AllthoseclosesttoAlbus–ａｎｄIcountmyselfoneofthatluckynumber–agreethatAriana’sdeath，ａｎｄAlbus’
sfeelingofpersonalresponsibilityforit(though，ofcourse，hewasguiltless)，lefttheirmarkuponhimforevermore.Ireturnedhometofindayoungmanwhohadexperiencedamucholderperson’
ssuffering.Albuswasmorereservedthanbefore，ａｎｄmuchlesslight-hearted.Toaddtohismisery，thelossofArianahadled，nottoarenewedclosenessbetweenAlbusａｎｄAberforth，buttoanestrangement.(Intimethiswouldlift–inlateryearstheyreestablished，ifnotacloserelationship，thencertainlyacordialone.)However，herarelyspokeofhisparentsorofArianafro
mthenon，ａｎｄhisfriendslearnednottomentionthem.Otherquillswilldescribethetriumphsofthefollowingyears.Dumbledore’sinnumerablecontributionstothestoreofWizardingknowledge，includinghisdiscoveryofthetwelveusesofdragon’
sblood，willbenefitgenerationstocome，aswillthewisdomhedisplayedinthemanyjudgmentswhileChiefWarlockoftheWizengamot.Theysay，still，thatnoWizardingduelevermatchedthatbetweenDumbledoreａｎｄGrindelwaldin1945.Thosewhowitnessedithavewrittenoftheterrorａｎｄtheawetheyfeltastheywatchedthesetwoextraordinarywizardstobattle.Dumbledore’
striumph，ａｎｄitsconsequencesfortheWizardingworld，areconsideredaturningpointinmagicalhistorytomatchtheintroductionoftheInternationalStatuteofSecrecyorthedownfallofHe-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.AlbusDumbledorewasneverproudorvain;hecouldfindsomethingtovalueinanyone，howeverapparentlyinsignificantorwretched，ａｎｄIbelievethathisearl
ylossesendowedhimwithgreathumanityａｎｄsympathy.IshallmisshisfriendshipmorethanIcansay，butmylossisnothingcomparedtotheWizardingworld’s.ThathewasthemostinspiringａｎｄbestlovedofallHogwartsheadmasterscannotbeinquestion.Hediedashelived:workingalwaysforthegreatergoodａｎｄ，tohislasthour，aswillingtostretchoutahａｎｄtoasmallboywithdr
agonpoxashewasonthedayImethim.
Harryfinishedreading，butcontinuedtogazeatthepictureaccompanyingtheobituary.Dumbledorewaswearinghisfamiliar，kindlysmile，butashepeeredoverthetopofhishalf-moonspectacles，hegavetheimpression，eveninnewsprint，ofX-rayingHarry，whosesadnessmingledwithasenseofhumiliation.
HehadthoughtheknewDumbledorequitewell，buteversincereadingthisobituaryhehadbeenforcedtorecognizethathehadbarelyknownhimatall.NeveroncehadheimaginedDumbledore’schildhoodoryouth;itwasasthoughhehadsprungintobeingasHarryhadknownhim，venerableａｎｄsilver-hairedａｎｄold.TheideaofateenageDumbledorewassimplyodd，liketryingtoimagineastupidHermioneorafriendlyBlast-EndedSkrewt.
HehadneverthoughttoaskDumbledoreabouthispast.Nodoubtitwouldhavefeltstrange，impertinenteven，butafterallithadbeencommonknowledgethatDumbledorehadtakenpartinthatlegendaryduelwithGrindelwald，ａｎｄHarryhadnotthoughttoaskDumbledorewhatthathadbeenlike，noraboutanyofhisotherfamousachievements.No，theyhadalwaysdiscussedHarry，Harry’
spast，Harry’sfuture，Harry’splans…ａｎｄitseemedtoHarrynow，despitethefactthathisfuturewassodangerousａｎｄsouncertain，thathehadmissedirreplaceableopportunitieswhenhehadfailedtoaskDumbledoremoreabouthimself，eventhoughtheonlypersonalquestionhehadeveraskedhisheadmasterwasalsotheonlyonehesuspectedthatDumbledorehadnotansweredhones
tly:第4章"Whatdoyouseewhenyoulookinthemirror?"
"I?Iseemyselfholdingapairofthick，woolensocks."
Afterseveralminutes’thought，HarrytoretheobituaryoutoftheProphet，foldeditcarefully，ａｎｄtuckeditinsidethefirstvolumeofPracticalDefensiveMagicａｎｄitsUseagainsttheDarkArts.Thenhethrewtherestofthenewspaperontotherubbishpileａｎｄturnedtofacetheroom.Itwasmuchtidier.Theonlythingsleftoutofplaceweretoday’sDailyProphet，stilllyingonthebed，ａｎｄontopofit，thepieceofbrokenmirror.
Harrymovedacrosstheroom，slidthemirrorfragmentofftoday’sProphet，ａｎｄunfoldedthenewspaper.Hehadmerelyglancedattheheadlinewhenhehadtakentherolled-uppaperfromthedeliveryowlearlythatmorningａｎｄthrownitaside，afternotingthatitsaidnothingaboutVoldemort.HarrywassurethattheMinistrywasleaningontheProphettosuppressnewsaboutVoldemort.Itwasonlynow，therefore，thathesawwhathehadmissed.
AcrossthebottomhalfofthefrontpageasmallerheadlinewassetoverapictureofDumbledorestridingalong，lookingharried:
DUMBLEDORE–THETRUTHATLAST?Comingnextweek，theshockingstoryoftheflawedgeniusconsideredbymanytobethegreatestwizardofhisgeneration.Stripingawaythepopularimageofserene，silver-beardedwisdom，RitaSkeeterrevealsthedisturbedchildhood，thelawlessyouth，thelife-longfeuds，ａｎｄtheguiltysecretsthatDumbledorecarriedtohisgrave，WHYwasthemantippedtobetheMinisterofMagiccontenttoremainamereheadmaster?WHATwastherealpurposeofthesecretorganizationknownastheOrderofthePhoenix?HOWdidDumbledorereallymeethisend?
Theanswerstotheseａｎｄmanymorequestionsareexploredintheexplosivenewbiography，TheLifeａｎｄLiesofAlbusDumbledore，byRitaSkeeter，exclusivelyinterviewedbyBerryBraithwaite，page13，inside.
Harryrippedopenthepaperａｎｄfoundpagethirteen.Thearticlewastoppedwithapictureshowinganotherfamiliarface:awomanwearingjeweledglasseswithelaboratelycurledblondehair，herteethbaredinwhatwasclearlysupposedtobeawinningsmile，wigglingherfingersupathim.Doinghisbesttoignorethisnauseatingimage，Harryreadon.Inperson，RitaSkeeterismuch
warmerａｎｄsofterthanherfamouslyferociousquill-portraitsmightsuggest.Greetingmeinthehallwayofhercozyhome，sheleadsmestraightintothekitchenforacupoftea，asliceofpoundcakeａｎｄ，itgoeswithoutsaying，asteamingvatoffreshestgossip."Well，ofcourse，Dumbledoreisabiographer’sdream，"saysSkeeter."Suchalong，fulllife.I’
msuremybookwillbethefirstofvery，verymany."Skeeterwascertainlyquickoffthemark.Hernine-hundred-pagebookwascompletedinamerefourweeksafterDumbledore’smysteriousdeathinJune.Iaskherhowshemanagedthissuperfastfeat."Oh，whenyou’
vebeenajournalistaslongasIhave，workingtoadeadlineissecondnature.IknewthattheWizardingworldwasclamoringforthefullstoryａｎｄIwantedtobethefirsttomeetthatneed."Imentiontherecent，widelypublicizedremarksofElphiasDoge，SpecialAdvisortotheWizengamotａｎｄlongstａｎｄingfriendofAlbusDumbledore’s，that"Skeeter’
sbookcontainslessfactthanaChocolateFrogcard."Skeeterthrowsbackherheadａｎｄlaughs."DarlingDodgy!Irememberinterviewinghimafewyearsbackaboutmerpeoplerights，blesshim.Completelygaga，seemedtothinkweweresittingatthebottomofLakeWindermere，kepttellingmetowatchoutfortrout."AndyetElphiasDoge’
saccusationsofinaccuracyhavebeenechoedinmanyplaces.DoesSkeeterreallyfeelthatfourshortweekshavebeenenoughtogainafullpictureofDumbledore’slongａｎｄextraordinarylife?"Oh，mydear，"beamsSkeeter，rappingmeaffectionatelyacrosstheknuckles，"youknowaswellasIdohowmuchinformationcanbegeneratedbyafatbagofGalleons，arefusaltoheartheword’
no，’ａｎｄanicesharpQuick-QuotesQuill!PeoplewerequeuingtodishthedirtonDumbledoreanyway.Noteveryonethoughthewassowonderful，youknow–hetrodonanawfullotofimportanttoes.ButoldDodgyDogecangetoffhishighhippogriff，becauseI’
vehadaccesstoasourcemostjournalistswouldswaptheirwａｎｄsfor，onewhohasneverspokeninpublicbeforeａｎｄwhowasclosetoDumbledoreduringthemostturbulentａｎｄdisturbingphaseofhisyouth."TheadvancepublicityforSkeeter’
sbiographyhascertainlysuggestedthattherewillbeshocksinstoreforthosewhobelieveDumbledoretohaveledablamelesslife.Whatwerethebiggestsurprisessheuncovered，Iask?"Now，comeoffit.Betty，I’mnotgivingawayallthehighlightsbeforeanybody’
sboughtthebook!"laughsSkeeter."ButIcanpromisethatanybodywhostillthinksDumbledorewaswhiteashisbeardisinforarudeawakening!Let’sjustsaythatnobodyhearinghimrageagainstYou-Know-WhowouldhavedreamedthathedabbledintheDarkArtshimselfinhisyouth!Andforawizardwhospenthislateryearspleadingfortolerance，hewasn’
texactlybroad-mindedwhenhewasyounger!Yes，AlbusDumbledorehadanextremelymurkypast，nottomentionthatveryfishyfamily，whichheworkedsohardtokeephushedup."IaskwhetherSkeeterisreferringtoDumbledore’
sbrother，Aberforth，whoseconvictionbytheWizengamotformisuseofmagiccausedaminorscａｎｄalfifteenyearsago."Oh，Aberforthisjustthetipofthedungheap，”laughsSkeeter."No，no，I’mtalkingaboutmuchworsethanabrotherwithafondnessforfiddlingaboutwithgoats，worseeventhantheMuggle-maimingfather–Dumbledorecouldn’
tkeepeitherofthemquietanyway，theywerebothchargedbytheWizengamot.No，it’sthemotherａｎｄthesisterthatintriguedme，ａｎｄalittledigginguncoveredapositivenestofnastiness–but，asIsay，you’llhavetowaitforchaptersninetotwelveforfulldetails.AllIcansaynowis，it’
snowonderDumbledorenevertalkedabouthowhisnosegotbroken."Familyskeletonsnotwithstａｎｄing，doesSkeeterdenythebrilliancethatledtoDumbledore’smanymagicaldiscoveries?"Hehadbrains，"sheconcedes，"althoughmanynowquestionwhetherhecouldreallytakefullcreditforallofhissupposedachievements.AsIrevealinchaptersixteen，IvorDillonsbyclaims
hehadalreadydiscoveredeightusesofdragon’sbloodwhenDumbledore’borrowed’hispapers."ButtheimportanceofsomeofDumbledore’sachievementscannot，Iventure，bedenied.WhatofhisfamousdefeatofGrindelwald?"Oh，now，I’mgladyoumentionedGrindelwald，"saysSkeeterwithsuchatantalizingsmile."I’mafraidthosewhogodewy-eyedoverDumbledore’
sspectacularvictorymustbracethemselvesforabombshell–orperhapsaDungbomb.Verydirtybusinessindeed.AllI’llsayis，don’tbesosurethattherereallywasaspectaculardueloflegend.Afterthey’
vereadmybook，peoplemaybeforcedtoconcludethatGrindelwaldsimplyconjuredawhitehａｎｄkerchieffromtheendofhiswａｎｄａｎｄcamequietly!"Skeeterrefusestogiveanymoreawayonthisintriguingsubject，soweturninsteadtotherelationshipthatwillundoubtedlyfascinateherreadersmorethananyother."Ohyes，"saysSkeeter，noddingbriskly，"Idevoteanentirechapt
ertothewholePotter-Dumbledorerelationship.It’sbeencalledunhealthy，evensinister.Again，yourreaderswillhavetobuymybookforthewholestory，butthereisnoquestionthatDumbledoretookanunnaturalinterestinPotterfromthewordgo.Whetherthatwasreallyintheboy’sbestinterests–well，we’llsee.It’
scertainlyanopensecretthatPotterhashadamosttroubledadolescence."IaskwhetherSkeeterisstillintouchwithHarryPotter，whomshesofamouslyinterviewedlastyear:abreakthroughpieceinwhichPotterspokeexclusivelyofhisconvictionthatYou-Know-Whohadreturned."Oh，yes，we’
vedevelopedacloserbond，"saysSkeeter."PoorPotterhasfewrealfriends，ａｎｄwemetatoneofthemosttestingmomentsofhislife–theTriwizardTournament.IamprobablyoneoftheonlypeoplealivewhocansaythattheyknowtherealHarryPotter."WhichleadsusneatlytothemanyrumorsstillcirculatingaboutDumbledore’
sfinalhours.DoesSkeeterbelievethatPotterwastherewhenDumbledoredied?"Well，Idon’twanttosaytoomuch–it’sallinthebook–buteyewitnessesinsideHogwartscastlesawPotterrunningawayfromthescenemomentsafterDumbledorefell，jumped，orwaspushed.PotterlatergaveevidenceagainstSeverusSnape，amanagainstwhomhehasanotoriousgrudge.Iseverythingas
itseems?ThatisfortheWizardingcommunitytodecide–oncethey’vereadmybook."Onthatintriguingnote，Itakemyleave.TherecanbenodoubtthatSkeeterhasquilledaninstantbestseller.Dumbledore’slegionofadmirers，meanwhile，maywellbetremblingatwhatissoontoemergeabouttheirhero.
Harryreachedthebottomofthearticle，butcontinuedtostareblanklyatthepage.Revulsionａｎｄfuryroseinhimlikevomit;heballedupthenewspaperａｎｄthrewit，withallhisforce，atthewall，whereitjoinedtherestoftherubbishheapedaroundhisoverflowingbin.
Hebegantostrideblindlyaroundtheroom，openingemptydrawersａｎｄpickingupbooksonlytoreplacethemonthesamepiles，barelyconsciousofwhathewasdoing，asrａｎｄomphrasesfromRita’sarticleechoedinhishead:AnentirechaptertothewholePotter-DumbledorerelationshipIt’sbeencalledunhealthy，evensinisterHedabbledintheDarkArtshimselfinhisyouthI’vehadaccesstoasourcemostjournalistswouldswaptheirwａｎｄsfor
"Lies!"Harrybellowed，ａｎｄthroughthewindowhesawthenext-doorneighbor，whohadpausedtorestarthislawnmower，lookupnervously.
Harrysatdownhardonthebed.Thebrokenbitofmirrordancedawayfromhim;hepickeditupａｎｄturneditoverinhisfingers，thinking，thinkingofDumbledoreａｎｄthelieswithwhichRitaSkeeterwasdefaminghim
Aflashofbrightestblue.Harryfroze，hiscutfingerslippingonthejaggededgeofthemirroragain.Hehadimaginedit，hemusthavedone.Heglancedoverhisshoulder，butthewallwasasicklypeachcolorofAuntPetunia’schoosing:Therewasnothingbluethereforthemirrortoreflect.Hepeeredintothemirrorfragmentagain，ａｎｄsawnothingbuthisownbrightgreeneyelookingbackathim.
Hehadimaginedit，therewasnootherexplanation;imaginedit，becausehehadbeenthinkingofhisdeadheadmaster.Ifanythingwascertain，itwasthatthebrightblueeyesofAlbusDumbledorewouldneverpiercehimagain.ChapterThreeTheDursleysDepartingThesoundofthefrontdoorslammingechoedupthestairsａｎｄavoiceroared，“Oh!You!”
SixteenyearsofbeingaddressedthusleftHarryinnodoubtwhenhisunclewascalling，nevertheless，hedidnotimmediatelyrespond.Hewasstillatthenarrowfragmentinwhich，forasplitsecond，hehadthoughthesawDumbledore’seye.Itwasnotuntilhisunclebellowed，“BOY!”
thatHarrygotslowlyoutofbedａｎｄheadedforthebedroomdoor，pausingtoaddthepieceofbrokenmirrortotherucksackfilledwiththingshewouldbetakingwithhim.“Youtookyoutime!”roaredVernonDursleywhenHarryappearedatthetopofthestairs，“Getdownhere.Iwantaword!”
Harrystrolleddownstairs，hishａｎｄsdeepinhispantspockets.WhenhesearchedthelivingroomhefoundallthreeDursleys.Theyweredressedforpacking;UncleVernoninanoldripped-upjacketａｎｄDudley，Harry’s，large，blond，muscularcousin，inhisleatherjacket.
“Yes?”askedHarry.
“Sitdown!”saidUncleVernon.Harryraisedhiseyebrows.“Please!”addedUncleVernon，wincingslightlyasthoughthewordwassharpinhisthroat.Harrysat.Hethoughheknewwhatwascoming.Hisunclebegantopaceupａｎｄdown，AuntPetuniaａｎｄDudley，followinghismovementwithanxiousexpressions.Finally，hislargepurplefacecrumpledwithconcentration.UncleVernonstoppedinfrontofHarryａｎｄspoke.
"I’vechangedmymind，”hesaid."Whatasurprise，"saidHarry."Don’tyoutakethattone—"beganAuntPetuniainashrillvoice，butVernonDursleywavedherdown"It’sallalotofclaptrap，”saidUncleVernon，glaringatHarrywithpiggylittleeyes."I’vedecidedIdon’tbelieveawordofit.We’restayingput，we’renotgoinganywhere.”
Harrylookedupathisuncleａｎｄfeltamixtureofexasperationａｎｄamusement.VernonDursleyhadbeenchanginghismindeverytwentyfourhoursforthepastfourweeks，packingａｎｄunpackingａｎｄrepackingthecarwitheverychangeofheart.Harry’
sfavoritemomenthadbeentheonewhenUncleVernon，unawaretheDudleyhadaddedhisdumbbellstohiscasesincethelasttimeitbeenrepacked，hadattemptedtohoistitbackintothebootａｎｄcollapsedwithayelpofpainａｎｄmuchswearing.“Accordingtoyou，”
VernonDursleysaid，nowresuminghispacingupａｎｄdownthelivingroom，“we–Petunia，Dudley，ａｎｄI–areindanger.From–from–““Someof‘mylot’right?”saidHarry“WellIdon’tbelieveit，”repeatedUncleVernon，comingtoahaltinfrontofHarryagain."Iwasawakehalfthenightthinkingitallover，ａｎｄIbelieveit’saplottogetthehouse."
"Thehouse?"repeatedHarry."Whathouse?"
第5章"Thishouse!"shriekedUncleVernon，theveinhisforeheadstartingtopulse."Ourhouse!Housepricesareskyrocketingaroundhere!Youwantusoutofthewayａｎｄthenyou’regoingtodoabitofhocuspocusａｎｄbeforeweknowitthedeedswillbeinyournameａｎｄ–"
“Areyououtofyourmind?"demａｎｄedHarry."Aplottogetthishouse?Areyouactuallyasstupidasyoulook?"
"Don’tyoudare——!"squealedAuntPetunia，butagainVernonwavedherdown.Slightsonhispersonalappearancewereitseemedasnothingtothedangerhehadspotted.
"Justincaseyou’veforgotten，"saidHarry，"I’vealreadygotahousemygodfatherleftmeone.SowhywouldIwantthisone?Allthehappymemories?"
Therewassilence.Harrythoughthehadratherimpressedhisunclewiththisargument.
"Youclaim，"saidUncleVernon，startingtopaceyetagain，"thatthisLordThing–"
"—Voldemort，"saidHarryimpatiently，"ａｎｄwe’vebeenthroughthisaboutahundredtimesalready.Thisisn’taclaim，it’sfact.Dumbledoretoldyoulastyear，ａｎｄKingsleyａｎｄMr.Weasley–"VernonDursleyhunchedhisshouldersangrily，ａｎｄHarryguessedthathisunclewasattemptingtowardoffrecollectionsoftheunannouncedvisit，afewdaysintoHarry’ssummerholidays，oftwofullygrownwizards.ThearrivalonthedoorstepofKingsleyShackleboltａｎｄArthurWeasleyhadcomeasamostunpleasantshocktotheDursleys.Harryhadtoadmit，howeverthatasMr.Weasleyhadoncedemolishedhalfofthelivingroom，hisreappearancecouldnothavebeenexpectedtodelightUncleVernon.
"—KingsleyａｎｄMr.Weasleyexplaineditallaswell，"Harrypressedonremorselessly，"OnceI’mseventeen，theprotectivecharmthatkeepsmesafewillbreak，ａｎｄthatexposesyouaswellasme.TheOrderissureVoldemortwilltargetyou，whethertotortureyoutotryａｎｄfindoutwhereIam，orbecausehethinksbyholdingyouhostageI’dcomeａｎｄtrytorescueyou."
UncleVernon’sａｎｄHarry’seyesmet.Harrywassurethatinthatinstanttheywerebothwonderingthesamething.ThenUncleVernonwalkedonａｎｄHarryresumed，"You’vegottogointohidingａｎｄtheOrderwantstohelp.You’rebeingofferedseriousprotection，thebestthereis."
UncleVernonsaidnothingbutcontinuedtopaceupａｎｄdown.Outsidethesunhunglowovertheprivethedges.Thenextdoorneighbor’slawnmowerstalledagain.
"IthoughttherewasaMinistryofMagic?"askedVernonDursleyabruptly.
"Thereis，"saidHarry，surprised."Well，then，whycan’ttheyprotectus?Itseemstomethat，asinnocentvictims，guiltyofnothingmorethanharboringamarkedman，weoughttoqualifyforgovernmentprotection!"Harrylaughed;hecouldnothelphimself.Itwassoverytypicalofhisuncletoputhishopesintheestablishment，evenwithinthisworldthathedespisedａｎｄmistrusted."YouheardwhatMr.WeasleyａｎｄKingsleysaid，"Harryreplied."WethinktheMinistryhasbeeninfiltrated."
UncleVernonstrodebacktothefireplaceａｎｄbackbreathingsostronglythathisgreatblackmustacherippledhisfacestillpurplewithconcentration.
"Allright，"hesaid.StoppinginfrontofHarrygetagain."Allright，let’ssayforthesakeofargumentweacceptthisprotection.Istilldon’tseewhywecan’thavethatKingsleybloke."
Harrymanagednottorollhiseyes，butwithdifficulty.Thisquestionhadalsobeenaddressedhalfadozentimes.
"AsI’vetoldyou，"hesaidthroughgrittedteeth，"KingsleyisprotectingtheMug–Imean，yourPrimeMinister."
"Exactly–he’sthebest!"saidUncleVernon，pointingattheblanktelevisionscreen.TheDursleyshadspottedKingsleyonthenews，walkingalongtheMugglePrimeMinisterashevisitedahospital.This，ａｎｄthefactthatKingsleyhadmasteredtheknackofdressinglikeaMuggle，nottomentionacertainreassuringsomethinginhisslow，deepvoice，hadcausedtheDursleystotaketoKingsleyinawaythattheyhadcertainlynotdonewithanyotherwizard，althoughitwastruethattheyhadneverseenhimwithearringin.
"Well，he’staken，”saidHarry."ButHestiaJonesａｎｄDedalusDigglearemorethanuptothejob–"
"Ifwe’devenseenCVs…"beganUncleVernon，butHarrylostpatience.Gettingtohisfeet，headvancedonhisuncle，notpointingattheTVsethimself.
"Theseaccidentsaren’taccidents–thecrashedａｎｄexplosionsａｎｄderailmentsａｎｄwhateverelsehashappenedsincewelastwatchedthenews.Peoplearedisappearingａｎｄdyingａｎｄhe’sbehindit–Voldemort.I’vetoldyouthisoverａｎｄoveragain，hekillsMugglesforfun.Eventhefogs–they’recausedbydementors，ａｎｄifyoucan’trememberwhattheyare，askyourson!"
Dudley’shａｎｄsjerkedupwardtotowerhismouth.Withhisparents’ａｎｄHarry’seyesuponhim，heslowlyloweredthemagainａｎｄasked，"Thereare…moreofthem?""More?"laughedHarry."Morethanthetwothatattackedus，youmean?Ofcoursetherearehundreds，maybethousａｎｄsbythistime，seeingastheyfeedofffearａｎｄdespair—""Allright，allrightblustered，"blusteredVernon
Dursley."You’vemadeyourpoint–""Ihopeso，"saidHarry，"becauseonceI’mseventeen，allofthem–DeathEaters，elementors，maybeevenInferi–whichmeansdeadbodiesenchantedbyaDarkwizard–willbeabletofindyouａｎｄwillcertainlyattackyou.Andifyourememberthelasttimeyoutriedtooutrunwizards，Ithinkyou’
llagreeyouneedhelp."TherewasabriefsilenceinwhichthedistantechoofHagridsmashingdownawoodenfrontdoorseemedtoreverberatethroughtheinterveningyears.AuntPetuniawaslookingatUncleVernon;DudleywasstaringatHarry.FinallyUncleVernonblurtedout，"Butwhataboutmywork?WhataboutDudley’sschool?Idon’
tsupposethosethingsmattertoabunchoflayaboutwizards–""Don’tyouunderstａｎｄ?"shoutedHarry."Theywilltortureａｎｄkillyouliketheydidmyparents!""Dad，"saidDudleyinaloudvoice，"Dad–I’mgoingwiththeseOrderpeople.""Dudley，"saidHarry，"forthefirsttimeinyourlife，you’
retalkingsense."Heknewthebattlewaswon.IfDudleywasfrightenedenoughtoaccepttheOrder’shelp，hisparentswouldaccompanyhim.TherecouldbenoquestionofbeingseparatedfromtheirDuddykins.Harryglancedatthecarriageclockonthemantelpiece."They’
llbehereinaboutfiveminutes，hesaid，ａｎｄwhenoneoftheDursleysreplied，helefttheroom.Theprospectofparting—probablyforever–fromhisaunt，uncle，ａｎｄcousinwasonethathewasabletocontemplatequitecheerfullybuttherewasneverthelessacertainawkwardnessintheair.Whatdidyousaytooneanotherattheendofsixteenyears’
soliddislike?Backinhisbedroom，HarryfiddledaimlesslywithhisrucksackthenpokedacoupleofowlnutsthroughthebatsofHedwig’scage.Theyfellwithdullthudstothebottomwheresheignoredthem."We’releavingsoon，reallysoon，"Harrytoldher."Andthenyou’
llbeabletoflyagain."Thedoorbellrang.Harryhesitated，thenheadedbackoutofhisroomａｎｄdownstairs.ItwastoomuchtoexpectHestiaａｎｄDedalustocopewiththeDursleysontheirown."HarryPotter!"squeakedanexcitedvoice，themomentHarryhadopenedthedoor;asmallmaninamauvetophatthatwassweepinghimadeepbow."Anhonorasever!""Thanks，Dedalus，"saidHarry，
bestowingasmallａｎｄembarrassedsmileuponthedarkhairedHestia."It’sreallygoodofyoutodothis…They’rethroughhere，myauntａｎｄuncleａｎｄcousin…""Gooddaytoyou，HarryPotter’
srelatives!"saidDedalushappilystridingintothelivingroom.TheDursleysdidnotlookatallhappytobeaddressedthus;Harryhalfexpectedanotherchangeofmind.Dudleyshranknearedtohismotheratthesightofthewitchａｎｄwizard."Iseeyouarepackedａｎｄready.Excellent!Theplan，asHarryhastoldyou，isasimpleone，"saidDedalus，pullinganimmensepocketwatchouto
fhiswaistcoatａｎｄexaminingit."WeshallbeleavingbeforeHarrydoes.Duetothedangerofusingmagicinyourhouse–HarrybeingstillunderageitcouldprovidetheMinistrywithanexcusetoarresthim–weshallbedriving，say，tenmilesorsobeforeDisapparatingtothesafelocationwehavepickedoutforyou.Youknowhowtodrive，Itakeit?"HeaskedUncleVernonpolitely."Kno
whowto–?OfcourseIruddywellknowhowtodrive!"splutteredUncleVernon."Verycleverofyou，sir，veryclever.Ipersonallywouldbeutterlybamboozledbyallthosebuttonsａｎｄknobs，"saidDedalus.HewasclearlyundertheimpressionthathewasflatteringVernonDursley，whowasvisiblylosingconfidenceintheplanwitheverywordDedalusspoke."Can’
tevendrive，"hemutteredunderhisbreath，hismustacheripplingindignantly，butfortunatelyneitherDedalusnorHestiaseemedtohearhim."You，Harry，"Dedaluscontinued，"willwaithereforyourguard.Therehasbeenalittlechangeinthearrangements–"“Whatd’youmean?"saidHarryatonce."IthoughtMad-EyewasgoingtocomeａｎｄtakemebySideAlong-Apparition?""Can’
tdoit，"saidHestiatersely，"Mad-Eyewillexplain."TheDursleys，whohadlistenedtoallofthiswithlooksofutterincomprehensionontheirfaces，jumpedasaloudvoicescreeched，"Hurryup!"HarrylookedallaroundtheroombeforerealizingthevoicehadissuedfromDedalus’
spocketwatch."Quiteright，wereoperatingtoaverytightschedule，"saidDedalusnoddingathiswatchａｎｄtuckingitbackintohiswaistcoat."Weareattemptingtotimeyourdeparturefromthehousewithyourfamily’
sDisapparition，Harrythusthecharmbreaksthemomentyouallheadforsafety."HeturnedtotheDursleys，"Well，areweallpackedａｎｄreadytogo?"Noneofthemansweredhim.UncleVernonwasstillstaringappalledatthebulgeinDedalus’
swaistcoatpocket."Perhapsweshouldwaitoutsideinthehall，Dedalus，"murmuredHestia.SheclearlyfeltthatitwouldbetactlessforthemtoremaintheroomwhileHarryａｎｄtheDursleysexchangedloving，possiblytearfulfarewells."There’
snoneed，"Harrymuttered，butUncleVernonmadeanyfurtherexplanationunnecessarybysayingloudly，"Well，thisisgood-byethenboy."HeswunghisrightarmupwardtoshakeHarry’shａｎｄ，butatthelastmomentseemedunabletofaceit，ａｎｄmerelyclosedhisfistａｎｄbeganswingingitbackwardａｎｄforwardlikeametronome.
"Ready，Duddy?"askedPetunia，fussilycheckingtheclaspofherhａｎｄbagsoastoavoidlookingatHarryaltogether.
Dudleydidnotanswerbutstoodtherewithhismouthslightlyajar，remindingHarryalittleofthegiant，Grawp.
"Comealong，then，"saidUncleVernon.HehadalreadyreachedthelivingroomdoorwhenDudleymumbled，"Idon’tunderstａｎｄ.""Whatdon’tyouunderstａｎｄ，popkin?"askedPetunialookingupatherson.Dudleyraisedalarge，hamlikehａｎｄtopointatHarry."Whyisn’
thecomingwithus?UncleVernonａｎｄAuntPetuniafrozewhentheystoodstaringatDudleyasthoughhehadjustexpressedadesiretobecomeaballerina."What?"saidUncleVernonloudly."Whyisn’thecomingtoo?"askedDudley."Well，he—doesn’twantto，"saidUncleVernon，turningtoglareatHarryａｎｄadding，"Youdon’
twantto，doyou?""Notintheslightest，"saidHarry."Thereyouare，"UncleVernontoldDudley."Nowcomeonwe’reoff."Hemarchedoutoftheroom.Theyheardthefrontdooropen，butDudleydidnotmoveａｎｄafterafewfalteringstepsAuntPetuniastoppedtoo."Whatnow?"barkedUncleVernon，reappearinginthedoorway.ItseemedthatDudleywasstrugglingwithconceptstoodiffic
ulttoputintowords.Afterseveralmomentsofapparentlypainfulinternalstrugglehesaid，"Butwhere’shegoingtogo?"AuntPetuniaａｎｄUncleVernonlookedateachother.ItwasclearthatDudleywasfrighteningthem.HestiaJonesbrokethesilence."But…surelyyouknowwhereyournephewisgoing?"sheaskedlookingbewildered."Certainlyweknow，"saidVernonDursley."He’
soffwithsomeofyourlot，isn’the?Right，Dudley，let’sgetinthecar，youheardtheman，we’reinahurry.Again，VernonDursleymarchedasfarasthefrontdoor，butDudleydidnotfollow.
"Offwithsomeofourlot?"
第6章Hestialookedoutraged.HarryhadmetthisattitudebeforeWitchesａｎｄwizardsseemedstunnedthathisclosedlivingrelativestooksolittleinterestinthefamousHarryPotter."It’sfine，"Harryassuredher."Itdoesn’tmatter，honestly.""Doesn’tmatter?"repeatedHestia，hervoicerisingconsiderably."Don’tthesepeoplerealizewhatyou’vebeenthrough?Whatdangeryouarein?TheuniquepositionyouholdintheheartsoftheantiVoldemortmovement?"
"Er–no，theydon’t，"saidHarry."TheythinkI’mawasteofspace，actuallybutI’musedto–"
"Idon’tthinkyou’reawasteofspace"
IfHarryhadnotseenDudley’slipsmove，hemightnothavebelievedit.Asitwas，hestaredatDudleyforseveralsecondsbeforeacceptingthatitmusthavebeenhiscousinwhohadspoken;foronething，Dudleyhadturnedred.Harrywasembarrassedａｎｄastonishedhimself.
"Weller…thanks，Dudley."
Again，Dudleyappearedtograpplewiththoughtstoounwieldyforexpressionbeforemumbling，"Yousavedmylife，"
"Notreally，"saidHarry."Itwasyoursoulthedementorwouldhavetaken…"
Helookedcuriouslyathiscousin.Theyhadhadvirtuallynocontactduringthissummerorlast，asHarryhadcomebacktoPrivetDrivesobrieflyａｎｄkepttohisroomsomuch.ItnowdawnedonHarry，however，thatthecupofcoldteaonwhichhehadtroddenthatmorningmightnothavebeenaboobytrapatall.AlthoughrathertouchedhewasneverthelessquiterelievedthatDudleyappeared
tohaveexhaustedhisabilitytoexpresshisfeelings.Afteropeninghismouthonceortwicemore，Dudleysubsidedintoscarlet-facedsilence.AuntPetuniaburstintotears.HestiaJonesgaveheranapprovinglookthatchangedtooutrageasAuntPetuniaranforwardａｎｄembracedDudleyratherthanHarry."S-sosweet，Dudders…
"shesobbedintohismassivechest."S-suchalovelyb-boy…s-sayingthankyou…"
"Buthehasn’tsaidthankyouatall!"saidHestiaindignantly."Heonlysaidhedidn’tthinkHarrywasawasteofspace!""YeabutcomingfromDudleythat’slike’Iloveyou，’"saidHarry，tornbetweenannoyanceａｎｄadesiretolaughasAuntPetuniacontinuedtoclutchatDudleyasifhehadjustsavedHarryfromaburningbuilding."Arewegoingornot?"roaredUncleVernon，reappearin
gyetagainatthelivingroomdoor."Ithoughtwewereonatightschedule!""Yes–yes，weare，"saidDedalusDiggle，whohadbeenwatchingtheseexchangedwithanairofbemusementａｎｄnowseemedtopullhimselftogether."Wereallymustbeoff.Harry–"HetrippedforwardａｎｄwrungHarry’
shａｎｄwithbothofhisown."—goodluck.Ihopewemeetagain.ThehopesoftheWizardingworldrestuponyourshoulders.""Oh，"saidHarry，"right.Thanks.""Farwell，Harry，"saidHestiaalsoclaspinghishａｎｄ."Ourthoughtsgowithyou.""Ihopeeverything’sokay，"saidHarrywithaglancetowardAuntPetuniaａｎｄDudley."OhI’
msureweshallendupthebestofchums，"saidDiggleslightly，wavinghishatashelefttheroom.Hestiafollowedhim.Dudleygentlyreleasedhimselffromhismother’sclutchesａｎｄwalkedtowardHarrywhohadtorepressanurgetothreatenhimwithmagic.ThenDudleyheldouthislarge，pinkhａｎｄ."Blimey，Dudley，"saidHarryoverAuntPetunia’
srenewedsobs，"didthedementorsblowadifferentpersonalityintoyou?""Dunno，"mutteredDudley，"Seeyou，Harry.""Yea…"saidHarry，rakingDudley’shａｎｄａｎｄshakingit."Maybe.Takecare，BigD."Dudleynearlysmiled.Theylumberedfromtheroom.Harryheardhisheavyfootfallsonthegraveleddrive，ａｎｄthenacardoorslammed.AuntPetuniawhosefacehadbeenburiedinher
hａｎｄkerchieflookedaroundatthesound.ShedidnotseemtohaveexpectedtofindherselfalonewithHarry.Hastilystowingherwethａｎｄkerchiefintoherpocket，shesaid，"Well–good-bye"ａｎｄmarchedtowardsthedoorwithoutlookingathim."Good-bye"saidHarry.Shestoppedａｎｄlookedback.ForamomentHarryhadthestrangestfeelingthatshewantedtosaysomethingtohim;She
gavehimanodd，tremulouslookａｎｄseemedtoteeterontheedgeofspeech，butthen，withalittleofherhead，shehustledoutoftheroomafterhehusbａｎｄａｎｄson.ChapterFourTheSevenPottersHarryranbackupstairstohisbedroom，arrivingatthewindowjustintimetoseetheDursleys’carswingingoutofthedriveａｎｄoffuptheroad.Dedalus’
stophatwasvisiblebetweenAuntPetuniaａｎｄDudleyinthebackseat.ThecarturnedrightattheendofPrivetDrive，itswindowsburnedscarletforamomentinthenowsettingsun，ａｎｄthenitwasgone.
HarrypickedupHedwig’scage，hisFirebolt，ａｎｄhisrucksack，gavehisunnaturallytidybedroomonelastsweepinglook，ａｎｄthenmadehisungainlywaybackdownstairstothehall，wherehedepositedcage，broomstick，ａｎｄbagnearthefootofthestairs.Thelightwasfadingrapidly，thehallfullofshadowsintheeveninglight.Itfeltmoststrangetostａｎｄhereinthesilenceａｎｄkn
owthathewasabouttoleavethehouseforthelasttime.Longago，whenhehadbeenleftalonewhiletheDursleyswentouttoenjoythemselves，thehoursofsolitudehadbeenararetreat.Pausingonlytosneaksomethingtastyfromthefridge，hehadrushedupstairstoplayonDudley’scomputer，orputonthetelevisionａｎｄflickedthroughthechannelstohisheart’
scontent.Itgavehimanodd，emptyfeelingrememberingthosetimes;itwaslikerememberingayoungerbrotherwhomhehadlost.
“Don’tyouwanttotakealastlookattheplace?”heaskedHedwig，whowasstillsulkingwithherheadunderherwing.“We’llneverbehereagain.Don’tyouwanttorememberallthegoodtimes?Imean，lookatthisdoormat.Whatmemories…DudleysobbedonitafterIsavedhimfromthedementors…Turnsouthewasgratefulafterall，canyoubelieveit?…Andlastsummer，Dumbledorewalkedthroughthatfrontdoor…“
HarrylostthethreadofhisthoughtsforamomentａｎｄHedwigdidnothingtohelphimretrieveit，butcontinuedtositwithherheadunderherwing.Harryturnedhisbackonthefrontdoor.
“Andunderhere，Hedwig”–Harrypulledopenadoorunderthestairs–“iswhereIusedtosleep!Youneverknewmethen–Blimey，it’ssmall，I’dforgotten…“
Harrylookedaroundatthestackedshoesａｎｄumbrellasrememberinghowheusedtowakeeverymorninglookingupattheundersideofthestaircase，whichwasmoreoftenthannotadornedwithaspiderortwo.Thosehadbeenthedaysbeforehehadknownanythingabouthistrueidentity;beforehehadfoundouthowhisparentshaddiedorwhysuchstrangethingsoftenhappenedaroundhim.ButHarrycouldstillrememberthedreamsthathaddoggedhim，eveninthosedays:confuseddreamsinvolvingflashesofgreenlightａｎｄonce–UncleVernonhadnearlycrashedthecarwhenHarryhadrecountedit–aflyingmotorbike…
Therewasasudden，deafeningroarfromsomewherenearby.Harrystraightenedupwithajerkａｎｄsmackedthetopofhisheadonthelowdoorframe.PausingonlytoemployafewofUncleVernon’schoicestswearwords，hestaggeredbackintothekitchen，clutchinghisheadａｎｄstaringoutofthewindowintothebackgarden.
Thedarknessseemedtoberippling，theairitselfquivering.Then，onebyone，figuresbegantopopintosightastheirDisillusionmentCharmslifted.DominatingthescenewasHagrid，wearingahelmetａｎｄgogglesａｎｄsittingastrideanenormousmotorbikewithablacksidecarattached.Allaroundhimotherpeopleweredismountingfrombroomsａｎｄ，intwocases，skeletal，blackwingedhorses.
Wrenchingopenthebackdoor，Harryhurtledintotheirmidst.TherewasageneralcryofgreetingasHermioneflungherarmsaroundhim，Ronclappedhimontheback，ａｎｄHagridsaid，“Allrigh’，Harry?Readyfertheoff?”
“Definitely，”saidHarry，beamingaroundatthemall.“ButIwasn’texpectingthismanyofyou!”
“Changeofplan，”growledMad-Eye，whowasholdingtwoenormousbulgingsacks，ａｎｄwhosemagicaleyewasspinningfromdarkeningskytohousetogardenwithdizzyingrapidity.“Let’sgetundercoverbeforewetalkyouthroughit.”
Harryledthemallbackintothekitchenwhere，laughingａｎｄchattering，theysettledonchairs，satthemselvesuponAuntPetunia’sgleamingworksurfaces，orleanedupagainstherspotlessappliances;Ron，longａｎｄlanky;Hermione，herbushyhairtiedbackinalongplait;FredａｎｄGeorge，grinningidentically;Bill，badlyscarredａｎｄlong-haired;Mr.Weasley，kind-faced，ba
lding，hisspectaclesalittleawry;Mad-Eye，battle-worn，one-legged，hisbrightbluemagicaleyewhizzinginitssocket;Tonks，whoseshorthairwasherfavoriteshadeofbrightpink;Lupin，grayer，morelined;Fleur，slenderａｎｄbeautiful，withherlongsilveryblondehair;Kingsley，baldａｎｄbroad-shouldered;Hagrid，withhiswildhairａｎｄbeard，stａｎｄinghunchbackedto
avoidhittinghisheadontheceiling;ａｎｄMundungusFletcher，small，dirty，ａｎｄhangdog，withhisdroopybeadyhound’seyesａｎｄmattedhair.Harry’sheartseemedtoexpａｎｄａｎｄglowatthesight:Hefeltincrediblyfondofallofthem，evenMundungus，whomhehadtriedtostranglethelasttimetheyhadmet.
“Kingsley，IthoughtyouwerelookingaftertheMugglePrimeMinister?”hecalledacrosstheroom.
“Hecangetalongwithoutmeforonenight，”saidKingsley，“You’remoreimportant.”
“Harry，guesswhat?”saidTonksfromherperchontopofthewashingmachine，ａｎｄshewiggledherlefthａｎｄathim;aringglistenedthere.
“Yougotmarried?”Harryyelped，lookingfromhertoLupin.
“I’msorryyoucouldn’tbethere，Harry，itwasveryquiet.”
“That’sbrilliant，congrat–“
“Allright，allright，we’llhavetimeforacozycatch-uplater，”roaredMoodyoverthehubbub，ａｎｄsilencefellinthekitchen.MoodydroppedhissacksathisfeetａｎｄturnedtoHarry.“AsDedalusprobablytoldyou，wehadtoabａｎｄonPlanA.PiusThicknessehasgoneover，whichgivesusabigproblem.He’smadeitanimprisonableoffensetoconnectthishousetotheFlooNetwork，placeaPortkeyhere，orApparateinorout.Alldoneinthenameofyourprotection，topreventYou-Know-Whogettinginatyou.Absolutelypointless，seeingasyourmother’scharmdoesthatalready.Whathe’sreallydoneistostopyougettingoutofheresafely.”
“Secondproblem:You’reunderage，whichmeansyou’vestillgottheTraceonyou.”
“Idon’t–“
“TheTrace，theTrace!”saidMad-Eyeimpatiently.“Thecharmthatdetectsmagicalactivityaroundunder-seventeens，thewaytheMinistryfindsoutaboutunderagemagic!Ifyou，oranyonearoundyou，castsaspelltogetyououtofhere，Thicknesseisgoingtoknowaboutit，ａｎｄsowilltheDeathEaters.”
“Wecan’twaitfortheTracetobreak，becausethemomentyouturnseventeenyou’lllosealltheprotectionyourmothergaveyou.Inshort，PiusThicknessethinkshe’sgotyoucorneredgoodａｎｄproper.”
HarrycouldnothelpbutagreewiththeunknownThicknesse.
“Sowhatarewegoingtodo?”
“We’regoingtousetheonlymeansoftransportlefttous，theonlyonestheTracecan’tdetect，becausewedon’tneedtocastspellstousethem:brooms，thestrals，ａｎｄHagrid’smotorbike.”
Harrycouldseeflawsinthisplan;however，heheldhistonguetogiveMad-Eyethechancetoaddressthem.
“Now，yourmother’scharmwillonlybreakundertwoconditions:whenyoucomeofage，or”–Moodygesturedaroundthepristinekitchen–“younolongercallthisplacehome.Youａｎｄyourauntａｎｄunclearegoingyourseparatewaystonight，inthefullunderstａｎｄingthatyou’renevergoingtolivetogetheragain，correct?”
Harrynodded.
“Sothistime，whenyouleave，there’llbenogoingback，ａｎｄthecharmwillbreakthemomentyougetoutsideitsrange.We’rechoosingtobreakitearly，becausethealternativeiswaitingforYou-Know-Whotocomeａｎｄseizeyouthemomentyouturnseventeen.
“Theonethingwe’vegotonoursideisthatYou-Know-Whodoesn’tknowwe’removingyoutonight.We’veleakedafaketrailtotheMinistry:Theythinkyou’renotleavinguntilthethirtieth.However，thisisYou-Know-Whowe’redealingwith，sowecan’trelyonhimgettingthedatewrong;he’sboundtohaveacoupleofDeathEaterspatrollingtheskiesinthisgeneralarea，justincase.So，we’vegivenadozendifferenthouseseveryprotectionwecanthrowatthem.Theyalllookliketheycouldbetheplacewe’regoingtohideyou，they’veallgotsomeconnectionwiththeOrder:myhouse，Kingsley’splace，Molly’sAuntieMuriel’s–yougettheidea.”
“Yeah，”saidHarry，notentirelytruthfully，becausehecouldstillspotagapingholeintheplan.
“You’llbegoingtoTonks’sparents.Onceyou’rewithintheboundariesoftheprotectiveenchantmentswe’veputontheirhouseyou’llbeabletouseaPortkeytotheBurrow.Anyquestions?”
“Er–yes，”saidHarry.“Maybetheywon’tknowwhichofthetwelvesecurehousesI’mheadingforatfirst，butwon’titbesortofobviousonce”–heperformedaquickheadcount–“fourteenofusflyofftowardTonks’sparents?”
“Ah，”saidMoody，“Iforgottomentionthekeypoint.Fourteenofuswon’tbeflyingtoTonks’sparents.TherewillbesevenHarryPottersmovingthroughtheskiestonight，eachofthemwithacompanion，eachpairheadingforadifferentsafehouse.”
FrominsidehiscloakMoodynowwithdrewaflaskofwhatlookedlikemud.Therewasnoneedforhimtosayanotherword;Harryunderstoodtherestoftheplanimmediately.
“No!”hesaidloudly，hisvoiceringingthroughthekitchen.“Noway!”
“Itoldthemyou’dtakeitlikethis，”saidHermionewithahintofcomplacency.
“IfyouthinkI’mgoingtoletsixpeoplerisktheirlives——!”
“—becauseit’sthefirsttimeforallofus，”saidRon.
“Thisisdifferent，pretendingtobeme–“
“Well，noneofusreallyfancyit，Harry，”saidFredearnestly.“Imagineifsomethingwentwrongａｎｄwewerestuckasspecky，scrawnygitsforever.”
Harrydidnotsmile.
第7章HarrycaughtHermione’seyeａｎｄlookedawayatonce.
“So，Potter–someofyourhair，ifyouplease.”
HarryglancedatRon，whogrimacedathiminajust-do-itsortofway.
“Now!”barkedMoody.
Withalloftheireyesuponhim，Harryreacheduptothetopofhishead，grabbedahankofhair，ａｎｄpulled.
“Good，”saidMoody，limpingforwardashepulledthestopperoutoftheflaskofpotion.“Straightinhere，ifyouplease.”
Harrydroppedthehairintothemudlikeliquid.Themomentitmadecontactwithitssurface，thepotionbegantofrothａｎｄsmoke，then，allatonce，itturnedaclear，brightgold.
“Ooh，youlookmuchtastierthanCrabbeａｎｄGoyle，Harry，”saidHermione，beforecatchingsightofRon’sraisedeyebrows，blushingslightly，ａｎｄsaying，“Oh，youknowwhatImean–Goyle’spotiontastedlikebogies.”
“Rightthen，fakePotterslineupoverhere，please，”saidMoody.
Ron，Hermione，Fred，George，ａｎｄFleurlinedupinfrontofAuntPetunia’sgleamingsink.
“We’reoneshort，”saidLupin.
“Here，”saidHagridgruffly，ａｎｄheliftedMundungusbythescruffoftheneckａｎｄdroppedhimdownbesideFleur，whowrinkledhernosepointedlyａｎｄmovedalongtostａｎｄbetweenFredａｎｄGeorgeinstead.
“I’masoldier，I’dsoonerbeaprotector，”saidMundungus.
“Shutit，”growledMoody.“AsI’vealreadytoldyou，youspinelessworm，anyDeathEaterswerunintowillbeaimingtocapturePotter，notkillhim.DumbledorealwayssaidYou-Know-WhowouldwanttofinishPotterinperson.It’llbetheprotectorswhohavegotthemosttoworryabout，theDeathEaters’llwanttokillthem.”
Mundungusdidnotlookparticularlyreassured，butMoodywasalreadypullinghalfadozeneggcup-sizedglassesfrominsidehiscloak，whichhehａｎｄedout，beforepouringalittlePolyjuicePotionintoeachone.
“Altogether，then…“
Ron，Hermione，Fred，George，Fleur，ａｎｄMundungusdrank.Allofthemgaspedａｎｄgrimacedasthepotionhittheirthroats;Atonce，theirfeaturesbegantobubbleａｎｄdistortlikehotwax.HermioneａｎｄMundunguswereshootingupward;Ron，Fred，ａｎｄGeorgewereshrinking;theirhairwasdarkening，Hermione’sａｎｄFleur’sappearingtoshootbackwardintotheirskulls.
Moody，quiteunconcerned，wasnowlooseningthetiesofthelargesackshehadbroughtwithhim.Whenhestraightenedupagain，thereweresixHarryPottersgaspingａｎｄpantinginfrontofhim.
FredａｎｄGeorgeturnedtoeachotherａｎｄsaidtogether，“Wow–we’reidentical!”
“Idunno，though，IthinkI’mstillbetter-looking，”saidFred，examininghisreflectioninthekettle.
“Bah，”saidFleur，checkingherselfinthemicrowavedoor，“Bill，don’tlookatme–I’m‘ideous.”
“Thosewhoseclothesareabitroomy，I’vegotsmallerhere，”saidMoody，indicatingthefirstsack，“ａｎｄviceversa.Don’tforgettheglasses，there’ssixpairsinthesidepocket.Andwhenyou’redressed，there’sluggageintheothersack.”
TherealHarrythoughtthatthismightjustbethemostbizarrethinghehadeverseen，ａｎｄhehadseensomeextremelyoddthings.Hewatchedashissixdoppelgangersrummagedinthesacks，pullingoutsetsofclothes，puttingonglasses，stuffingtheirownthingsaway.Hefeltlikeaskingthemtoshowalittlemorerespectforprivacyastheyallbeganstrippingoffwithimpunity，clearlymoreateasewithdisplayinghisbodythantheywouldhavebeenwiththeirown.
“IknewGinnywaslyingaboutthattattoo，”saidRon，lookingdownathisbarechest.
“Harry，youreyesightreallyisawful，”saidHermione，assheputonglasses.
Oncedressed，thefakeHarrystookrucksacksａｎｄowlcages，eachcontainingastuffedsnowyowl，fromthesecondsack.
“Good，”saidMoody，asatlastsevendressed，bespectacled，ａｎｄluggage-ladenHarrysfacedhim.“Thepairswillbeasfollows:Mundunguswillbetravelingwithme，bybroom–“
“Why’mIwithyou?”gruntedtheHarrynearestthebackdoor.
“Becauseyou’retheonethatneedswatching，”growledMoody，ａｎｄsureenough，hismagicaleyedidnotwaverfromMundungusashecontinued，“ArthurａｎｄFred–“
“I’mGeorge，”saidthetwinatwhomMoodywaspointing.“Can’tyoueventellusapartwhenwe’reHarry?”
“Sorry，George–“
“I’monlyyankingyourwａｎｄ，I’mFredreally–“
“Enoughmessingaround!”snarledMoody.“Theotherone–GeorgeorFredorwhoeveryouare–you’rewithRemus.MissDelacour–“
“I’mtakingFleuronathestral，”saidBill.“She’snotthatfondofbrooms.”
Fleurwalkedovertostａｎｄbesidehim，givinghimasoppy，slavishlookthatHarryhopedwithallhisheartwouldneverappearonhisfaceagain.
“MissGrangerwithKingsley，againbythestral–“
HermionelookedreassuredassheansweredKingsley’ssmile;HarryknewthatHermionetoolackedconfidenceonabroomstick.
“Whichleavesyouａｎｄme，Ron!”saidTonksbrightly，knockingoveramugtreeasshewavedathim.
RondidnotlookquiteaspleasedasHermione.
“An’you’rewithme，Harry.Thatallrigh’?”saidHagrid，lookingalittleanxious.“We’llbeonthebike，broomsan’thestralscan’ttakemeweight，see.Notaloto’roomontheseatwithmeonit，though，soyou’llbeinthesidecar.”
“That’sgreat，”saidHarry，notaltogethertruthfully.
“WethinktheDeathEaterswillexpectyoutobeonabroom，”saidMoody，whoseemedtoguesshowHarrywasfeeling.“Snape’shadplentyoftimetotellthemeverythingaboutyouhe’snevermentionedbefore，soifwedorunintoanyDeathEaters，we’rebettingthey’llchooseoneofthePotterswholooksathomeonabroomstick.Allrightthen，”hewenton，tyingupthesackwiththefakePotters’clothesinitａｎｄleadingthewaybacktothedoor，“Imakeitthreeminutesuntilwe’resupposedtoleave.Nopointlockingthebackdoor，itwon’tkeeptheDeathEatersoutwhentheycomelooking.Comeon…”
Harryhurriedtogatherhisrucksack，Firebolt，ａｎｄHedwig’scageａｎｄfollowedthegrouptothedarkbackgarden.
Oneverysidebroomstickswereleapingintohａｎｄs;HermionehadalreadybeenhelpedupontoagreatblackthestralbyKingsley，FleurontotheotherbyBill.Hagridwasstａｎｄingreadybesidethemotorbike，goggleson.
“Isthisit?IsthisSirius’sbike?”
“Theverysame，”saidHagrid，beamingdownatHarry.“An’thelasttimeyehwasonit，Harry，Icouldfityehinonehａｎｄ!”
Harrycouldnothelpbutfeelalittlehumiliatedashegotintothesidecar.Itplacedhimseveralfeetbeloweverybodyelse:Ronsmirkedatthesightofhimsittingtherelikeachildinabumpercar.HarrystuffedhisrucksackａｎｄbroomstickdownbyhisfeetａｎｄrammedHedwig’scagebetweenhisknees.Hewasextremelyuncomfortable.
“Arthur’sdoneabito’tinkerin’，”saidHagrid，quiteoblivioustoHarry’sdiscomfort.Hesettledhimselfastridethemotorcycle，whichcreakedslightlyａｎｄsankinchesintotheground.“It’sgotafewtricksupitssleevesnow.Tha’onewasmyidea.”
Hepointedathickfingeratapurplebuttonnearthespeedometer."Pleasebecareful，Hagrid."saidMr.Weasley，whowasstａｎｄingbesidethem，holdinghisbroomstick."I’mstillnotsurethatwasadvisableａｎｄit’
scertainlyonlytobeusedinemergencies.""Allright，then."saidMoody."Everyoneready，please.Iwantusalltoleaveatexactlythesametimeorthewholepointofthediversion’
slost."Everybodymotionedtheirheads."Holdtightnow，Ron，"saidTonks，ａｎｄHarrysawRonthrowaforcing，guiltylookatLupinbeforeplacinghishａｎｄsoneachsideofherwaist.Hagridkickedthemotorbikeintolife:Itroaredlikeadragon，ａｎｄthesidecarbegantovibrate.
第8章“Goodluck，everyone，”shoutedMoody.“SeeyouallinaboutanhourattheBurrow.Onthecountofthree.One…twoTHREE.”
Therewasagreatroarfromthemotorbike，ａｎｄHarryfeltthesidecargiveanastylurch.Hewasrisingthroughtheairfast，hiseyeswateringslightly，hairwhippedbackoffhisface.Aroundhimbroomsweresoaringupwardtoo;thelongblacktailofathestralflickedpast.Hislegs，jammedintothesidecarbyHedwig’
scageａｎｄhisrucksack，werealreadysoreａｎｄstartingtogonumb.SogreatwashisdiscomfortthathealmostforgottotakealastglimpseofnumberfourPrivetDrive.Bythetimehelookedovertheedgeofthesidecarhecouldnolongertellwhichoneitwas.Andthen，outofnowhere，outofnothing，theyweresurrounded.Atleastthirtyhoodedfigures，suspendedinmidair，formedavast
circleinthemiddleofwhichtheOrdermembershadrisen，oblivious–Screams，ablazeofgreenlightoneveryside:Hagridgaveayellａｎｄthemotorbikerolledover.Harrylostanysenseofwheretheywere.Streetlightsabovehim，yellsaroundhim，hewasclingingtothesidecarfordearlife.Hedwig’
scage，theFirebolt，ａｎｄhisrucksackslippedfrombeneathhisknees–"No–HELP!"Thebroomstickspuntoo，buthejustmanagedtoseizethestrapofhisrucksackａｎｄthetopofthecageasthemotorbikeswungtherightwayupagain.Asecond’
srelief，ａｎｄthenanotherburstofgreenlight.Theowlscreechedａｎｄfelltothefloorofthecage."No–NO!"Themotorbikezoomedforward;HarryglimpsedhoodedDeathEatersscatteringasHagridblastedthroughtheircircle."Hedwig–Hedwig–"Buttheowllaymotionlessａｎｄpatheticasatoyonthefloorofhercage.Hecouldnottakeitin，ａｎｄhisterrorfortheotherswasparamount
.Heglancedoverhisshoulderａｎｄsawamassofpeoplemoving，flaresofgreenlight，twopairsofpeopleonbroomssoaringoffintothedistance，buthecouldnottellwhotheywere–"Hagrid，we’vegottogoback，we’vegottogoback!"heyelledoverthethunderousroaroftheengine，pullingouthiswａｎｄ，rammingHedwig’
scageintothefloor，refusingtobelievethatshewasdead."Hagrid，TURNAROUND!""Myjob’stergetyoutheresafe，Harry!"bellowHagrid，ａｎｄheopenedthethrottle."Stop–STOP!"Harryshouted，butashelookedbackagaintwojetsofgreenlightflewpasthisleftear:FourDeathEatershadbrokenawayfromthecircleａｎｄwerepursuingthem，aimingforHagrid’
sbroadback.Hagridswerved，buttheDeathEaterswerekeepingupwiththebike;morecursesshotafterthem，ａｎｄHarryhadtosinklowintothesidecartoavoidthem.Wrigglingaroundhecried，"Stupefy!"ａｎｄaredboltoflightshotfromhisownwａｎｄ，cleavingagapbetweenthefourpursuingDeathEatersastheyscatteredtoavoidit."Holdon，Harry，this’lldofor’
em!"roaredHagrid，ａｎｄHarrylookedupjustintimetoseeHagridslammingathickfingerintoagreenbuttonnearthefuelgauge.Awall，asolidblackwall，eruptedoutoftheexhaustpipe.Craninghisneck，Harrysawitexpａｎｄintobeinginmidair.ThreeoftheDeathEatersswervedａｎｄavoidedit，butthefourthwasnotsolucky;Hevanishedfromviewａｎｄthendroppedlikeaboulderfrom
behindit，hisbroomstickbrokenintopieces.Oneofhisfellowssloweduptosavehim，buttheyａｎｄtheairbornewallwereswallowedbydarknessasHagridleanedlowoverthehａｎｄlebarsａｎｄspedup.MoreKillingCursesflewpastHarry’sheadfromthetworemainingDeathEaters’
wａｎｄs;theywereaimingforHagrid.HarryrespondedwithfurtherStunningSpells:Redａｎｄgreencollidedinmidairinashowerofmulticoloredsparks，ａｎｄHarrythoughtwildlyoffireworks，ａｎｄtheMugglesbelowwhowouldhavenoideawhatwashappening–"Herewegoagain，Harry，holdon!"yelledHagrid，ａｎｄhejabbedatasecondbutton.Thistimeagreatnetburstfromthebike’
sexhaust，buttheDeathEaterswerereadyforit.Notonlydidtheyswervetoavoidit，butthecompanionwhohadslowedtosavetheirunconsciousfriendhadcaughtup.Hebloomedsuddenlyoutofthedarknessａｎｄnowthreeofthemwerepursuingthemotorbike，allshootingcursesafterit."This’
lldoit，Harry，holdontight!"yelledHagrid，ａｎｄHarrysawhimslamhiswholehａｎｄontothepurplebuttonbesidethespeedometer.Withanunmistakablebellowingroar，dragonfireburstfromtheexhaust，white-hotａｎｄblue，ａｎｄthemotorbikeshotforwardlikeabulletwithasoundofwrenchingmetal.HarrysawtheDeathEatersswerveoutofsighttoavoidthedeadlytrailofflame，ａ
ｎｄatthesametimefeltthesidecarswayominously:Itsmetalconnectionstothebikehadsplinteredwiththeforceofacceleration."It’sallrigh’，Harry!"bellowedHagrid，nowthrownflatontothebackbythesurgeofspeed;nobodywassteeringnow，ａｎｄthesidecarwasstartingtotwistviolentlyinthebike’sslipstream."I’monit，Harry，don’
worry!"Hagridyelled，ａｎｄfrominsidehisjacketpockethepulledhisflowerypinkumbrella."Hagrid!No!Letme!""REPARO!"Therewasadeafeningbangａｎｄthesidecarbrokeawayfromthebikecompletely.Harryspedforward，propelledbytheimpetusofthebike’
sflight，thenthesidecarbegantoloseheight–IndesperationHarrypointedhiswａｎｄatthesidecarａｎｄshouted，"WingardiumLeviosa!"Thesidecarroselikeacork，unsteerablebutatleaststillairborne.Hehadbutasplitsecond’srelief，however，asmorecursesstreakedpasthim:ThethreeDeathEaterswereclosingin."I’mcomin’
，Harry!"Hagridyelledfromoutofthedarkness，butHarrycouldfeelthesidecarbeginningtosinkagain:Crouchingaslowashecould，hepointedatthemiddleoftheoncomingfiguresａｎｄyelled，"Impedimenta!"ThejinxhitthemiddleDeathEaterinthechest;Foramomentthemanwasabsurdlyspread-eagledinmidairasthoughhehadhitaninvisiblebarrier:Oneofhisfellowsalmos
tcollidedwithhim–Thenthesidecarbegantofallinearnest，ａｎｄtheremainingDeathEatershotacursesoclosetoHarrythathehadtoduckbelowtherimofthecar，knockingoutatoothontheedgeofhisseat–"I’mcomin’，Harry，I’mcomin’!"AhugehａｎｄseizedthebackofHarry’
srobesａｎｄhoistedhimoutoftheplummetingsidecar;Harrypulledhisrucksackwithhimashedraggedhimselfontothemotorbike’sseatａｎｄfoundhimselfback-to-backwithHagrid.Astheysoaredupward，awayfromthetworemainingDeathEaters，Harryspatbloodoutofhismouth，pointedhiswａｎｄatthefallingsidecar，ａｎｄyelled，"Confringo!"Heknewadreadful，gut-wrenchingp
angforHedwigasitexploded;theDeathEaternearestitwasblastedoffhisbroomａｎｄfellfromsight;hiscompanionfellbackａｎｄvanished."Harry，I’msorry，I’msorry，"moanedHagrid，"Ishouldn’tatriedterrepairitmeself–yeh’vegotnoroom–""It’
snotaproblem，justkeepflying!"Harryshoutedback，astwomoreDeathEatersemergedoutofthedarkness，drawingcloser.Asthecursescameshootingacrosstheinterveningspaceagain，Hagridswervedａｎｄzigzagged:HarryknewthatHagriddidnotdareusethedragon-firebuttonagain，withHarryseatedsoinsecurely.HarrysentStunningSpellafterStunningSpellbackatthei
rpursuers，barelyholdingthemoff.Heshotanotherblockingjinxatthem:TheclosestDeathEaterswervedtoavoiditａｎｄhishoodslipped，ａｎｄbytheredlightofhisnextStunningSpell，HarrysawthestrangelyblankfaceofStanleyShunpike–Stan–"Expelliarmus!"Harryyelled."That’shim，it’shim，it’stherealone!"ThehoodedDeathEater’
sshoutreachedHarryevenabovethethunderofthemotorbike’sengine:Nextmoment，bothpursuershadfallenbackａｎｄdisappearedfromview."Harry，what’shappened?"bellowedHagrid."Where’vetheygone?""Idon’tknow!"ButHarrywasafraid:ThehoodedDeathEaterhadshouted，"It’
stherealone!";howhadheknown?Hegazedaroundattheapparentlyemptydarknessａｎｄfeltitsmenace.Wherewerethey?HeclamberedaroundontheseattofaceforwardａｎｄseizedholdofthebackofHagrid’sjacket."Hagrid，dothedragon-firethingagain，let’sgetoutofhere!"
"Holdontight，then，Harry!"Therewasadeafening，screechingroaragainａｎｄthewhite-bluefireshotfromtheexhaust:Harryfelthimselfslippingbackwardsoffwhatlittleoftheseathehad.Hagridflungbackwarduponhim，barelymaintaininghisgriponthehａｎｄlebars–"Ithinkwe’velost’emHarry，Ithinkwe’
vedoneit!"yelledHagrid.ButHarrywasnotconvinced;FearlappedathimashelookedleftａｎｄrightforpursuershewassurewouldcomeWhyhadtheyfallenback?OneofthemhadstillhadawａｎｄIt’shimit’stherealoneTheyhadsaiditrightafterhehadtriedtoDisarmStan"We’renearlythere，Harry，we’
venearlymadeit!"shoutedHagrid.Harryfeltthebikedropalittle，thoughthelightsdownonthegroundstillseemedremoteasstars.Thenthescaronhisforeheadburnedlikefire:asaDeathEaterappearedoneithersideofthebike，twoKillingCursesmissedHarrybymillimeters，castfrombehind–AndthenHarrysawhim.Voldemortwasflyinglikesmokeonthewind，withoutbrooms
tickorthestraltoholdhim，hissnake-likefacegleamingoutoftheblackness，hiswhitefingersraisinghiswａｎｄagain–Hagridletoutabellowoffearａｎｄsteeredthemotorbikeintoaverticaldive.Clingingonfordearlife，HarrysentStunningSpellsflyingatrａｎｄomintothewhirlingnight.Hesawabodyflypasthimａｎｄknewhehadhitoneofthem，butthenheheardabangａｎｄsawspa
rksfromtheengine;themotorbikespiraledthroughtheair，completelyoutofcontrol–Greenjetsoflightshotpastthemagain.Harryhadnoideawhichwaywasup，whichdown:Hisscarwasstillburning;heexpectedtodieatanysecond.Ahoodedfigureonabroomstickwasfeetfromhim，hesawitraiseitsarm–"NO!"WithashoutoffuryHagridlaunchedhimselfoffthebikeattheDeathEa
ter;tohishorror，HarrysawbothHagridａｎｄtheDeathEater，fallingoutofsight，theircombinedweighttoomuchforthebroomstick–Barelygrippingtheplummetingbikewithhisknees，HarryheardVoldemortscream，"Mine!"Itwasover:HecouldnotseeorhearwhereVoldemortwas;heglimpsedanotherDeathEaterswoopingoutofthewayａｎｄheard，"Avada–"AsthepainfromHarry’
sscarforcedhiseyesshut，hiswａｎｄactedofitsownaccord.Hefeltitdraghishａｎｄaroundlikesomegreatmagnet，sawaspurtofgoldenfirethroughhishalf-closedeyelids，heardacrackａｎｄascreamoffury.TheremainingDeathEateryelled;Voldemortscreamed，"NO!"Somehow，Harryfoundhisnoseaninchfromthedragon-firebutton.Hepuncheditwithhiswａｎｄ-freehａｎｄａｎｄthebi
keshotmoreflamesintotheair，hurtlingstraighttowardtheground."Hagrid!"Harrycalled，holdingontothebikefordearlife."Hagrid–AccioHagrid!"Themotorbikespedup，suckedtowardstheearth.Facelevelwiththehａｎｄlebars，Harrycouldseenothingbutdistantlightsgrowingnearerａｎｄnearer:Hewasgoingtocrashａｎｄtherewasnothinghecoulddoaboutit.Behindhimc
ameanotherscream，"Yourwａｎｄ，Selwyn，givemeyourwａｎｄ!"HefeltVoldemortbeforehesawhim.Lookingsideways，hestaredintotheredeyesａｎｄwassuretheywouldbethelastthingheeversaw:Voldemortpreparingtocursehimoncemore–AndthenVoldemortvanished.HarrylookeddownａｎｄsawHagridspread-eagledonthegroundbelowhim.Hepulledhardatthehａｎｄlebarstoavoidhit
tinghim，gropedforthebrake，butwithanearsplitting，groundtremblingcrash，hesmashedintoamuddypond.
Harrystruggledtoraisehimselfoutofthedebrisofmetalａｎｄleatherthatsurroundedhim;hishａｎｄssankintoinchesofmuddywaterashetriedtostａｎｄ.HecouldnotunderstａｎｄwhereVoldemorthadgoneａｎｄexpectedhimtoswoopoutofthedarknessatanymoment.Somethinghotａｎｄwetwastricklingdownhischinａｎｄfromhisforehead.HecrawledoutofthepondａｎｄstumbledtowardthegreatdarkmassonthegroundthatwasHagrid.