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"... sentenced to execution by beheading, to be carried out by the Committee's appointed executioner, Walden Macnai..."
IMPROPER USE OF MAGIC OFFICE
Harry stared through the darkness. The man was hurrying across the grounds, toward one of the entrances. Something shiny glinted in his belt.
Soon, the crowd of gnomes in the field started walking away in a straggling line, their little shoulders hunched.
"... as witnessed below. Hagrid, you sign here..."
Harry stared up into the grave face and felt as though the ground beneath him were falling sharply away. He had grown used to the idea that Dumbledore could solve anything. He had expected Dumbledore to pull some amazing solution out of the air. But no ... their last hope was gone.
"OUT WITH IT, POTTER!" he bellowed. "WHAT DID YOU DO?"
"That's going to give us about sixty seconds," said Harry. This was starting to seem impossible.
"Of course I want to leave the Dursleys! Have you got a house? When can I move in?"
He was standing next to Hermione in the deserted entrance hall and a stream of golden sunlight was falling across the paved floor from the open front doors. He looked wildly around at Hermione, the chain of the hourglass cutting into his neck.
"Professor Lupin is currently deep in the forest, unable to tell anyone anything. By the time he is human again, it will be too late, Sirius will be worse than dead. I might add that werewolves are so mistrusted by most of our kind that his support will count for very little -- and the fact that he and Sirius are old friends --"
"Minister! Professor!" said Madam Pomfrey angrily. "I must insist that you leave. Potter is my patient, and he should not be distressed!"
"We did it!" said Harry breathlessly. "Sirius has gone, on Buckbeak...."
"Order of Merlin, Second Class, I'd say. First Class, if I can wangle it!"