时间：2020 01-18 作者：vpzpnvt 浏览量：89078
Goblins had tried to attend and been ousted . . . he had written that, too . . .
'I was - trying to get my Firebolt!' Harry croaked.
'Oh yes,' she said in a steely voice, crashing through the undergrowth with what he thought was a wholly unnecessary amount of noise. Behind them, Umbridge tripped over a fallen sapling. Neither of them paused to help her up again; Hermione merely strode on, calling loudly over her shoulder, 'It's a bit further in!'
And he scurried forwards and disappeared through the door to the hall.
The second that the old man's heels disappeared over the threshold into the Great Hall, Harry ran up the marble staircase, hurtled along the corridors so fast the portraits he passed muttered reproaches, up more flights of stairs, and finally burst like a hurricane through the double doors of the hospital wing, causing Madam Pomfrey - who had been spooning some bright blue liquid into Montagues open mouth - to shriek in alarm.
His cold, dark eyes were boring into Harry's, who met his gaze unflinchingly, concentrating hard on what he had seen in his dream, willing Snape to read it in his mind, to understand . . .
Harry found his voice was shaking, as were his knees. He moved over to a desk and sat down on it, trying to master himself.
'Harry!' said Hermione at once, looking very frightened. 'What happened? Are you all right? Are you ill?'
'Certainly,' said Snape, his lip curling. 'It takes a full moon-cycle to mature, so I should have it ready for you in around a month.'
'Lead me to the weapon,' she said.
'I'm - I'm sorry everyone,' said Hermione. 'But - I can't stand it - '
He was walking along the cool, dark corridor to the Department of Mysteries again, walking with a firm and purposeful tread, breaking occasionally into a run, determined to reach his destination at last . . . the black door swung open for him as usual, and here he was in the circular room with its many doors . . .。