时间：2020 01-18 作者：qbnseqk 浏览量：19018
The floor of the telephone box shuddered and the pavement rose up past its glass windows; the scavenging Thestrals were sliding out of sight; blackness closed over their heads and with a dull grinding noise they sank down into the depths of the Ministry of Magic.
'My name?' said Harry blankly.
'Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business.'
'They brought her here, Ronan,' replied the centaur who had such a firm grip on Harry. 'And they are not so young . . . he is nearing manhood, this one.'
'Well, it doesn't matter, anyway,' said Harry through gritted teeth, 'because we still don't know how to get there - '
'They are young,' said a slow, doleful voice from behind Harry. 'We do not attack foals.'
'We were all in the DA together,' said Neville quietly. 'It was all supposed to be about fighting You-Know-Who, wasn't it? And this is the first chance we've had to do something real - or was that all just a game or something?'
She sounded scared, much more scared than she had in the room where the brains swam, yet Harry thought the archway had a kind of beauty about it, old though it was. The gently rippling veil intrigued him; he felt a very strong inclination to climb up on the dais and walk through it.
'Have you seen this?' said Ron.
'Yes!' he whispered, moving towards them. They tossed their reptilian heads, throwing back long black manes, and Harry stretched out his hand eagerly and patted the nearest one's shining neck; how could he ever have thought them ugly?
'How're we supposed to get on?' said Ron faintly. 'When we can't see the things?'