时间：2020 01-25 作者：yoggspk 浏览量：36940
'Down in old - but they told me - Merlin's beard!'
'Yes,' Harry said.
'Here we are,' said Mr Weasley brightly, pointing at an old red telephone box, which was missing several panes of glass and stood before a heavily graffitied wall. 'After you, Harry.'
'Just inter-departmental memos,' Mr Weasley muttered to him. 'We used to use owls, but the mess was unbelievable . . . droppings a I over the desks
'Mr Weasley,' said Harry, as they passed a window through which sunlight was streaming, 'aren't we still underground?'
Harry said nothing.
The lift clattered into view and they hurried inside. Every time it stopped Mr Weasley cursed furiously and pummelled the number nine button.
If I'm not expelled from Hogwarts, I'll put in ten Galleons, Harry found himself thinking desperately.
'And yet you conjured a Patronus on the night of the second of August?' said Fudge.
'Your Patronus had a clearly defined form? I mean to say, it was more than vapour or smoke?'
With a great jangling and clattering a lift descended in front of them; the golden grille slid back and Harry and Mr Weasley stepped into the lift with the rest of the crowd and Harry found himself jammed against the back wall. Several witches and wizards were looking at him curiously; he stared at his feet to avoid catching anyone's eye, flattening his fringe as he did so. The grilles slid shut with a crash and the lift ascended slowly, chains rattling, while the same cool female voice Harry had heard in the telephone box rang out again.