Potterstoodoutsidetheastleforalongtime,longerthanDraolikedtostayintheforest,buthehadlittlehoie.
Thankfully,atorrentofsummerrainforedhimbakinside,givingDraoovertosneakbakintotheastle.Hehurriedbaktohisquarters,movingpainfullyslowlyonehegottothedoor,hopingthatifhewasquietenough,hemightbeabletohearifanyonewasthere.Hedidn’tknowifPotterstillhadtheInvisibilityCloak,buthewouldbesurprisedifhedidn’t.
“Sepultura,”hewhispered,barelyabreath.
TheelveshadleftsomefoodonDrao’stable,aShepherd’spiethatHarriethadlearlynibbled,andasmallpieeofake.Hisstomahrumbledatthesightofit,andhemeanttoeat,hereallyhadbuthismindwasotherwiseoupied.Heouldn’tstopthinkingabouthowHarryhadreahedouttotouhhimandthenpulledawayquikly,asifhewerehurt.Howallhehadtodowastouhhimtoseethroughhisdisguise.Heknewheshouldhavestayedbak,shouldhaveatedmorelikeawildfukinganimal,butthepullhefeltinhishestjusttobealittlebitloserwastoostrong.Howitfelttohavesomeone’seyesonhimandhavethemreallyseehiminsteadofseethroughhim,andhowiffeltforthoseeyestobeHarry’s.HeofoursepnnedontellingMGonagallthattheiionwasiable,thathewasornered,thathehadjustsatthereandletHarrytalktohim.Thatwas,hepnnedontellingherthateventually.
Hehadafeelingonesheknewtheyhadmadeontat,Harrywouldhavetogo.Eitherthat,orhewould.
Harryhadommenedhisstudiesinthelibrary.Orhewastryingto.Hismindwanderedbaktotheanimagusonthegroundsretivelyoften.Hehadbeenouteverynightsinetryingtospotthemagain,buttonoavail.Eithertheyhadleft,ortheyweremakingsurethathedidn’tknowtheywerethere.Hewasalmostsuretheyweren’tmaliious,butmostofthepeoplethatfelttheyneededdisguisesatHogwartswerenotpeoplehewouldwanttomeetagain.Still,heouldnotbringhimselftoreportittotheheadmistress,notuntilheatleasttriedtofigureoutwhoitwasonhisown.Hesupposedhehadneverbeentoogoodatturningdownahallenge.
Whenhewasn’tthinkingabouttheanimagus,hewastryingtothinkupwaystogetintotheSlytherindungeons.Theyonsumedhim,andnotjustinwaking.Inhisdreams,hewouldfindhimselfintheommonroom,agreentingelightfilteringinfromthewindowsthatlookedoutintotheke.Therestoftheroomwastoodarktomakeout,butheouldtellitwasnotthesameasthesttimehehadseenit.Hewanderedblindly,bumpingintothingsuntilheametothedoorofthedormitories.Itwasonlyawoodendoor,notsodiffiulttopee,butheouldnevergetittoopen.Hewouldpresshiseartothedoorandswearheouldhearsomethingontheotherside,breathing,therustlingofbedlinens,faintwhisperings,eventhequietmewofaat,butneveranythingthatmeantanythingtohim.
HehadfirealledRonandHermioneonesinehisreloation.Ithadgoneasheexpeted.
“I’msogdyou’vefinallyfoundsomethingtooupyyourtime,Harry!Although,outofthethreeofus,Iwouldneverhavepinnedyouastheonetoendupaprofessor,”Hermionehadughed,andhehadtoagree.
“Howdoyoulikeitbakthere,mate?”Ronhadasked,seemingasequallyhuffedwiththenewsasHermione.
“Ilikeitfine.Notthesamewithouteveryonehere,obviously,butbetterthanGrimmauldPe.”
御宅屋自由小说阅读网