jkrowling.hp&theorderofphenix-第92节

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　　　He　walked　into　the　dark　pantry　and　Sirius　followed。　Without　preamble；　Harry　told　his　godfather　every　detail　of　the　vision　he　had　had；　including　the　fact　that　he　himself　had　been　the　snake　who　had　attacked　Mr　Weasley。
　　　When　he　paused　for　breath；　Sirius　said；　'Did　you　tell　Dumbledore　this？'
　　　
　　　'Yes；'　said　Harry　impatiently；　'but　he　didn't　tell　me　what　it　meant。　Well；　he　doesn't　tell　me　anything　any　more。'
　　　
　　　'I'm　sure　he　would　have　told　you　if　it　was　anything　to　worry　about；'　said　Sirius　steadily。
　　　'But　that's　not　all；'　said　Harry；　in　a　voice　only　a　little　above　a　whisper。　'Sirius；　I：　I　think　I'm　going　mad。　Back　in　Dumbledore's　office；　just　before　we　took　the　Portkey：　for　a　couple　of　seconds　there　I　thought　I　was　a　snake；　I　felt　like　one　…　my　scar　really　hurt　when　I　was　looking　at　Dumbledore　…　Sirius；　I　wanted　to　attack　him！'
　　　
　　　He　could　only　see　a　sliver　of　Sirius's　face；　the　rest　was　in　darkness。
　　　'It　must　have　been　the　aftermath　of　the　vision；　that's　all；'　said　Sirius。　'You　were　still　thinking　of　the　dream　or　whatever　it　was　and　…'
　　　
　　　'It　wasn't　that；'　said　Harry；　shaking　his　head；　'it　was　like　something　rose　up　inside　me；　like　there's　a　snake　inside　me。'
　　　
　　　'You　need　to　sleep；'　said　Sirius　firmly。　'You're　going　to　have　breakfast；　then　go　upstairs　to　bed；　and　after　lunch　you　can　go　and　see　Arthur　with　the　others。　You're　in　shock；　Harry；　you're　blaming　yourself　for　something　you　only　witnessed；　and　it's　lucky　you　did　witness　it　or　Arthur　might　have　died。　Just　stop　worrying。'
　　　
　　　He　clapped　Harry　on　the　shoulder　and　left　the　pantry；　leaving　Harry　standing　alone　in　the　dark。
　　　
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　　　Everyone　but　Harry　spent　the　rest　of　the　morning　sleeping。　He　went　up　to　the　bedroom　he　and　Ron　had　shared　over　the　last　few　weeks　of　summer；　but　while　Ron　crawled　into　bed　and　was　asleep　within　minutes；　Harry　sat　fully　clothed；　hunched　against　the　cold　metal　bars　of　the　bedstead；　keeping　himself　deliberately　unfortable；　determined　not　to　fall　into　a　doze；　terrified　that　he　might　bee　the　serpent　again　in　his　sleep　and　wake　to　find　that　he　had　attacked　Ron；　or　else　slithered　through　the　house　after　one　of　the　others：
　　　
　　　When　Ron　woke　up；　Harry　pretended　to　have　enjoyed　a　refreshing　nap　too。　Their　trunks　arrived　from　Hogwarts　while　they　were　eating　lunch；　so　they　could　dress　as　Muggles　for　the　trip　to　St　Mungo's。　Everybody　except　Harry　was　riotously　happy　and　talkative　as　they　changed　out　of　their　robes　into　jeans　and　sweatshirts。　When　Tonks　and　Mad…Eye　turned　up　to　escort　them　across　London；　they　greeted　them　gleefully；　laughing　at　the　bowler　hat　Mad…Eye　was　wearing　at　an　angle　to　conceal　his　magical　eye　and　assuring　him；　truthfully；　that　Tonks；　whose　hair　was　short　and　bright　pink　again；　would　attract　far　less　attention　on　the　Underground。
　　　Tonks　was　very　interested　in　Harry's　vision　of　the　attack　on　Mr　Weasley；　something　Harry　was　not　remotely　interested　in　discussing。
　　　There　isn't　any　Seer　blood　in　your　family；　is　there？'　she　enquired　curiously；　as　they　sat　side　by　side　on　a　train　rattling　towards　the　heart　of　the　city。
　　　'No；'　said　Harry；　thinking　of　Professor　Trelawney　and　feeling　insulted。
　　　'No；'　said　Tonks　musingly；　'no；　I　suppose　it's　not　really　prophecy　you're　doing；　is　it？　I　mean；　you're　not　seeing　the　future；　you're　seeing　the　present：　it's　odd；　isn't　it？　Useful；　though：'
　　　
　　　Harry　didn't　answer；　fortunately；　they　got　out　at　the　next　stop；　a　station　in　the　very　heart　of　London；　and　in　the　bustle　of　leaving　the　train　he　was　able　to　allow　Fred　and　George　to　get　between　himself　and　Tonks；　who　was　leading　the　way。　They　all　followed　her　up　the　escalator；　Moody　clunking　along　at　the　back　of　the　group；　his　bowler　tilted　low　and　one　gnarled　hand　stuck　in　between　the　buttons　of　his　coat；　clutching　his　wand。　Harry　thought　he　sensed　the　concealed　eye　staring　hard　at　him。　Trying　to　avoid　any　more　questions　about　his　dream；　he　asked　Mad…Eye　where　St　Mungo's　was　hidden。
　　　'Not　far　from　here；'　grunted　Moody　as　they　stepped　out　into　the　wintry　air　on　a　broad　store…lined　street　packed　with　Christmas　shoppers。　He　pushed　Harry　a　little　ahead　of　him　and　stumped　along　just　behind；　Harry　knew　the　eye　was　rolling　in　all　directions　under　the　tilted　hat。　'Wasn't　easy　to　find　a　good　location　for　a　hospital。　Nowhere　in　Diagon　Alley　was　big　enough　and　we　couldn't　have　it　underground　like　the　Ministry　…　wouldn't　be　healthy。　In　the　end　they　managed　to　get　hold　of　a　building　up　here。　Theory　was；　sick　wizards　could　e　and　go　and　just　blend　in　with　the　crowd。'
　　　
　　　He　seized　Harry's　shoulder　to　prevent　them　being　separated　by　a　gaggle　of　shoppers　plainly　intent　on　nothing　but　making　it　into　a　nearby　shop　full　of　electrical　gadgets。
　　　'Here　we　go；'　said　Moody　a　moment　later。
　　　They　had　arrived　outside　a　large；　old…fashioned；　red…brick　department　store　called　Purge　6z　Dowse　Ltd。　The　place　had　a　shabby；　miserable　air；　the　window　displays　consisted　of　a　few　chipped　dummies　with　their　wigs　askew；　standing　at　random　and　modelling　fashions　at　least　ten　years　out　of　date。　Large　signs　on　all　the　dusty　doors　read：　'Closed　for　Refurbishment'。　Harry　distinctly　heard　a　large　woman　laden　with　plastic　shopping　bags　say　to　her　friend　as　they　passed；　'It's　never　open；　that　place：'
　　　
　　　'Right；'　said　Tonks；　beckoning　them　towards　a　window　displaying　nothing　but　a　particularly　ugly　female　dummy。　Its　false　eyelashes　were　hanging　off　and　it　was　modelling　a　green　nylon　pinafore　dress。　'Everybody　ready？'
　　　
　　　They　nodded；　clustering　around　her。　Moody　gave　Harry　another　shove　between　the　shoulder　blades　to　urge　him　forward　and　Tonks　leaned　close　to　the　glass；　looking　up　at　the　very　ugly　dummy；　her　breath　steaming　up　the　glass。　'Wotcher；'　she　said；　'we're　here　to　see　Arthur　Weasley。'
　　　
　　　Harry　thought　how　absurd　it　was　for　Tonks　to　expect　the　dummy　to　hear　her　talking　so　quietly　through　a　sheet　of　glass；　with　buses　rumbling　along　behind　her　and　all　the　racket　of　a　street　full　of　shoppers。　Then　he　reminded　himself　that　dummies　couldn't　hear　anyway。　Next　second；　his　mouth　opened　in　shock　as　the　dummy　gave　a　tiny　nod　and　beckoned　with　its　jointed　finger；　and　Tonks　had　seized　Ginny　and　Mrs　Weasley　by。　the　elbows；　stepped　right　through　the　glass　and　vanished。
　　　Fred；　George　and　Ron　stepped　after　them。　Harry　glanced　around　at　the　jostling　crowd；　not　one　of　them　seemed　to　have　a　glance　to　spare　for　window　displays　as　ugly　as　those　of　Purge　&　Dowse　Ltd；　nor　did　any　of　them　seem　to　have　noticed　that　six　people　had　just　melted　into　thin　air　in　front　of　them。
　　　'C'mon；'　growled　Moody；　giving　Harry　yet　another　poke　in　the　back；　and　together　they　stepped　forward　through　what　felt　like　a　sheet　of　cool　water；　emerging　quite　warm　and　dry　on　the　other　side。
　　　There　was　no　sign　of　the　ugly　dummy　or　the　space　where　she　had　stood。　They　were　in　what　seemed　to　be　a　crowded　reception　area　where　rows　of　witches　and　wizards　sat　upon　rickety　wooden　chairs；　some　looking　perfectly　normal　and　perusing　out…of…date　copies　of　Witch　Weekly；　others　sporting　gruesome　disfigurements　such　as　elephant　trunks　or　extra　hands　sticking　out　of　their　chests。　The　room　was　scarcely　less　quiet　than　the　street　outside；　for　many　of　the　patients　were　making　very　peculiar　noises：　a　sweaty…faced　witch　in　the　centre　of　the　front　row；　who　was　fanning　herself　vigorously　with　a　copy　of　the　Daily　Prophet；　kept　letting　off　a　high…pitched　whistle　as　steam　came　pouring　out　of　her　mouth；　a　grubby…looking　warlock　in　the　corner　clanged　like　a　bell　every　time　he　moved　and；　with　each　clang；　his　head　vibrated　horribly　so　that　he　had　to　seize　himself　by　the　ears　to　hold　it　steady。
　　　Witches　and　wizards　in　lime…green　robes　were　walking　up　and　down　the　rows；　asking　questions　and　making　notes　on　clipboards　like　Umbridge's。　Harry　noticed　the　emblem　embroidered　on　their　chests：　a　wand　and　bone；　crossed。
　　　'Are　they　doctors？'　he　asked　Ron　quietly。
　　　'Doctors？'　said　Ron；　looking　startled。　Those　Muggle　nutters　that　cut　people　up？　Nah；　they're　Healers。'
　　　
　　　'Over　here！'　called　Mrs　Weasley　above　the　renewed　clanging　of　the　warlock　in　the　corner；　and　they　followed　her　to　the　queue　in　front　of　a　plump　blonde　witch　seated　at　a　desk　marked　Enquiries。　The　wall　behind　her　was　covered　in　notices　and　posters　saying　things　like：　A　CLEAN　CAULDRON　KEEPS　POTIONS　FROM　BEING　POISONS　and　ANTIDOTES　ARE　ANTI…DON'TS　UNLESS　APPROVED　BY　A　QUALIFIED　HEALER。　There　was　also　a　large　portrait　of　a　witch　with　long　silver　ringlets　which　was　labelled：
　　　
　　　Dilys　Derwent
　　　St　Mungo's　Healer　I722…
　　　Headmistress　of　Hogwarts　School　of　Witchcraft　and　Wizardry　I74I…
　　　
　　　Dilys　was　eyeing　the　Weasley　party　closely　as　though　counting　them；　when　Harry　caught　her　eye　she　gave　a　tiny　wink；　walked　sideways　out　of　her　portrait　and　vanished。
　　　Meanwhile；　at　the　front　of　the　queue；　a　young　wizard　was　performing　an　odd　on…the…spot　jig　and　trying；　in　between　yelps　of　pain；　to　explain　his　predicament　to　the　witch　behind　the　desk。
　　　'It's　these　…　ouch　…　shoes　my　brother　gave　me　…　ow　…　they're　eating　my　…　OUCH　…　feet　…　look　at　them；　there　must　be　some　kind　of　…　AARGH　…　jinx　on　them　and　I　can't　…　AAAAARGH　…　get　them　off。'　He　hopped　from　one　foot　to　the　other　as　though　dancing　on　hot　coals。