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第8章 你的眼里只有我

half, this very blessed afternoon; and yet them paupers are not

Hagrid grunted in amusement.

Have ’em out, there! Spies! Pull ’em out, there! Spies!”

He felt it best to be honest; what if he spoiled everything by turning up a hundred miles from where he was supposed to go?

He crossed to the door and bolted it.

Harry knew these details because he had heard his parents’ voices when he had fought the dementors last year - for that was the terrible power of the dementors: to force their victims to relive the worst memories of their lives, and drown, powerless, in their own despair.…

He shot a nasty look sideways at Harry, whose untidy hair had always been a source of great annoyance to Uncle Vernon. Compared to the man on the television, however, whose gaunt face was surrounded by a matted, elbow-length tangle, Harry felt very well groomed indeed.

Harry whiled away the hours until dawn in front of the fire, getting up every now and then to stop Crookshanks from sneaking up the boys’ staircase again. At long last Harry thought it must be time for breakfast, so he headed through the portrait hole alone.

He came to an abrupt halt at the end of Privet Drive.