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第8章 安排退路

“Send Oliver with them,” said Mr. Grimwig, with an ironical

“Prestego!” she cried, and an invisible shield expanded between her and Harry on the one side and Ron on the other; all of them were forced backward a few steps by the strength of the spell, and Harry and Ron glared from either side of the transparent barrier as though they were seeing each other clearly for the first time. Harry felt a corrosive hatred toward Ron: Something had broken between them.

“Not so fast, Your Holeyness,” said Fred, and darting past the gaggle of middle-aged witches heading for the procession, he said, “Here – permetiez moi to assister vous,” to a pair of pretty French girls, who giggled and allowed him to escort them inside. George was left to deal with the middle-aged witches and Ron took charge of Mr. Weasley’s old Ministry-colleague Perkins, while a rather deaf old couple fell to Harry’s lot.

“Never mind that, what about the Horcrux?“ Harry shouted. ”D’you think you could just – just hold it in until we’ve got the diadem?“

“She jus’ wanted me ter talk about you, Harry,” Hagrid continued in a low voice. “Well, I told her we'd been friends since I went ter fetch yeh from the Dursleys. ‘Never had to tell him off in four years?’ she said. ‘Never played you up in lessons, has he?’ I told her no, an she didn’ seem happy at all. Yeh'd think she wanted me to say yeh were horrible, Harry.”

“Look,” said Harry angrily, “Crouch isn't right - he's - he's out of his mind - he says he wants to warn -”

“Most truly, sir.”

“Not a word now,” said the Jew, descending the stairs.—“I say,”

“Shh, Fang, it's us!” said Hermione, hurrying over and scratching his ears to quieten him. “That was really close!” she said to Harry.