时间：2020 01-25 作者：kzhzffl 浏览量：72019
'Of course I'm not,' said Harry, shaking his head as though to scare off a fly, his mind racing now.
'FINE!' yelled Harry, and in his temper, red and gold sparks shot out of the end of his wand, still clutched in his hand. All three Dursleys flinched, looking terrified.
Harry found this such an inadequate response to everything that had happened tonight that he turned the piece of parchment over, looking for the rest of the letter, but there was nothing else.
Lupin held out his hand and shook Harry's.
'I've got to go to a hearing,' said Harry.
They all stepped outside on to Uncle Vernon's beautifully kept lawn.
The one who murdered your parents.'
Harry's heart leapt. He knew that voice, too, though he hadn't heard it for over a year.
'I won't give up hope, then,' said Uncle Vernon nastily.
Aunt Petunia ignored him. She turned to Harry.
'It's all right, Harry. We've come to take you away.'
But at Uncle Vernon's words, Harry's exhausted brain had ground back into action. Why had the Dementors come to Little Whinging? How could it be coincidence that they had arrived in the alleyway where Harry was? Had they been sent? Had the Ministry of Magic lost control of the Dementors? Had they deserted Azkaban and joined Voldemort, as Dumbledore had predicted they would?
Remus Lupin stood nearest to him. Though still quite young, Lupin looked tired and rather ill; he had more grey hairs than when Harry had last said goodbye to him and his robes were more patched and shabbier than ever. Nevertheless, he was smiling broadly at Harry, who tried to smile back despite his state of shock.
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.;