时间：2020 01-19 作者：ewfgpzf 浏览量：80314
A chink of soft golden light hit their feet and, widening, rose up their bodies. Harry bent his knees and held his wand as ready as he could in such cramped conditions as he peered through the glass to see whether anybody was waiting for them in the Atrium, but it seemed, to be completely empty. The light was dimmer than it had been by day; there were no fires burning under the mantelpieces set into the walls, but as the lift slid smoothly to a halt he saw that golden symbols continued to twist sinuously in the dark blue ceiling.
The words were hardly out of his mouth when the female Death Eater shrieked: 'Accio proph-
'HERMY!' roared Grawp. 'WHERE HAGGER?'
'Hagger!' he said again, more insistently.
'Careful!' whispered Hermione.
'They are young,' said a slow, doleful voice from behind Harry. 'We do not attack foals.'
'Wait!' said Hermione sharply, as Luna made to close the door of the brain room behind them. 'Flagrate!'
'No - of course it wasn't - ' said Harry impatiently.
Ron and Ginny marched in obediently; Hermione, Neville and Luna squashed themselves in after them; Harry took one glance back at the Thestrals, now foraging for scraps of rotten food inside the skip, then forced himself into the box after Luna.
The wall slid to a halt and Harry, with a feeling of increasing desperation, pushed the next door open.
It was what the centaurs had been waiting for - Grawp's outstretched fingers were a foot from Harry when fifty arrows soared through the air at the giant, peppering his enormous face, causing him to howl with pain and rage and straighten up, rubbing his face with his enormous hands, breaking off the arrow shafts but forcing the arrowheads in still deeper.
And now bright orange lights were growing larger and rounder on all sides; they could see the tops of buildings, streams of headlights like luminous insect eyes, squares of pale yellow that were windows. Quite suddenly, it seemed, they were hurtling towards the pavement; Harry gripped the Thestral with every last ounce of his strength, braced for a sudden impact, but the horse touched the dark ground as lightly as a shadow and Harry slid from its back, looking around at the street where the overflowing skip still stood a short way from the vandalised telephone box, both drained of colour in the flat orange glare of the streetlights.。