(吐糟，飞行的时候莱对唐的称呼就成了唐克斯了；可见莱姆斯那次称呼尼法朵拉，那是真心调戏唐克斯。。。。。。。。）

'What's the Order of the - ?' Harry began.
'Not here, boy!' snarled Moody. Wait till we're inside!'
He pulled the piece of parchment out of Harry's hand and set fire to it with his
wand-tip. As the message curled into flames and floated to the ground, Harry looked around at the houses again. They were standing outside number eleven; he looked to the left and saw number ten; to the right, however, was number thirteen.
'But where's - ?'
'Think about what you've just memorised,' said Lupin quietly.
Harry thought, and no sooner had he reached the part about number twelve,
Grimmauld Place, than a battered door emerged out of nowhere between numbers eleven and thirteen, followed swiftly by dirty walls and grimy windows. It was as though an extra house had inflated, pushing those on either side out of its way. Harry gaped at it. The stereo in number eleven thudded on. Apparently the Muggles inside hadn't felt anything.
'Come on, hurry,' growled Moody, prodding Harry in the back.
Harry walked up the worn stone steps, staring at the newly materialised door. Its black paint was shabby and scratched. The silver doorknocker was in the form of a twisted serpent. There was no keyhole or letterbox.
Lupin, pulled out his wand and tapped the door once. Harry heard many loud, metallic clicks and what sounded like the clatter o' a chain. The door creaked open.
'Get in quick, Harry,' Lupin whispered, 'but don't go far inside and don't touch
anything.'
Harry stepped over the threshold into the almost total darkness of the hall. He could smell damp, dust and a sweetish, rotting smell; the place had the feeling of a derelict building. He looked over his shoulder and saw the others filing in behind him, Lupin and Tonks carrying his trunk and Hedwig's cage. Moody was standing on the top step releasing the balls of light the Put-Outer had stolen from the streetlamps; they flew back to their bulbs and the square glowed momentarily with orange light before Moody limped inside and closed the front door, so that the darkness in the hall became complete.

“什么是凤—— ？”哈利刚要发问。
“别在这儿说，孩子！”穆迪厉声吼道，“ 等我们进去再说！”
他抽走了哈利手里的那张羊皮纸，用魔杖头把它点燃了。纸片卷曲着燃烧起来，飘落到地上。哈利抬头打量着周围的房屋，他们此时站在11号外面。他望望左边，看见的是10号，望望右边，却是13号。
“可是怎么不见—— ？”
“想想你刚才记住的话。”卢平轻声说。
哈利专心地想着，刚想到格里莫广场12号，就有一扇破破烂烂的门在11号和13号之问凭空冒了出来，接着肮脏的墙壁和阴森森的窗户也出现了，看上去就好像一座额外的房子突然膨胀起来，把两边的东西都挤开了。哈利看得目瞪口呆。11号的立体声音响还在沉闷地响着，显然住在里面的麻瓜们什么也没有感觉到。
“走吧，快点儿。”穆迪粗声吼道，捅了一下哈利的后背。
哈利一边走上破烂的石头台阶，一边睁大眼睛望着刚变出来的房门。门上的黑漆都剥落了，布满左一道右一道的划痕。银制的门环是一条盘曲的大蛇形状。门上没有钥匙孔，也没有信箱。
卢平抽出魔杖，在门上敲了一下。哈利听见许多金属撞击的响亮声音，以及像链条发出的哗啦哗啦声。门吱吱呀呀地打开了。
“快点进去，哈利，”卢平小声说，“但是别往里走得太远，别碰任何东西。”
哈利跨过门槛，走进几乎一片漆黑的门厅。他闻到了湿乎乎、灰扑扑的气味，还有一股甜滋滋的腐烂昧儿。这地方给人的感觉像是一座废弃的空房子。他扭头望望后面，看见其他人正跟着鱼贯而入。卢平和唐克斯抬着他的箱子，拎着海德薇的笼子。穆迪站在外面最上面一级台阶上，把刚才熄灯器从路灯上偷来的一个个光球释放出来。光球一个接一个地跳进了各自的灯泡，转眼间广场又被橙黄色灯光照得通亮了。穆迪一瘸一拐地走了进来，关上前门，这下子门厅更是黑得伸手不见五指了。

(吐糟，大家仔细看，一开始哈利的箱子是被糖糖绑在她扫帚上，而后来是卢唐两个人一起搬，糖糖一个人不是搬不动，但是莱莱还是去帮她）（大妈你很内涵）

As they passed the row of house-elf heads on the wall, they saw Lupin, Mrs Weasleyand Tonks at the front door, magically sealing its many locks and bolts behind those whohad just left.
'We're eating down in the kitchen,' Mrs Weasley whispered, meeting them at thebottom of the stairs. 'Harry, dear, if you'll just tiptoe across the hall it's through this doorhere - '
CRASH.
'Tonks!' cried Mrs Weasley in exasperation, turning to look behind her.
'I'm sorry!' wailed Tonks, who was lying flat on the floor. 'It's that stupid umbrella stand,that's the second time I've tripped over - '
But the rest of her words were drowned by a horrible, ear-splitting, blood-curdlingscreech.The moth-eaten velvet curtains
Harry had passed earlier had flown apart, but therewas no door behind them. For a split second, Harry thought he was looking through awindow, a window behind which an old woman in a black cap was screaming andscreaming as though she were being tortured - then he realised it was simply a life-sizeportrait, but the most realistic, and the most unpleasant, he had ever seen in his life.The old woman was drooling, her eyes were rolling, the yellowing skin of her facestretched taut as she screamed; and all along the hall behind them, the other portraitsawoke and began to yell, too, so that Harry actually screwed up his eyes at the noise andclapped his hands over his ears.
Lupin and Mrs Weasley darted forward and tried to tug the curtains shut over the oldwoman, but they would not close and she screeched louder than ever, brandishing clawedhands as though trying to tear at their faces
.'Filth! Scum! By-products of dirt and vileness! Half-breeds, mutants, freaks, begonefrom this place! How dare you befoul the house of my fathers - '
Tonks apologised over and over again, dragging the huge, heavy troll's leg back offthe floor; Mrs Weasley abandoned the attempt to close the curtains and hurried up anddown the hall, Stunning all the other portraits with her wand; and a man with long blackhair came charging out of a door facing Harry.

(我错了。。。中英文在一起了。。。好吧。。无视）

'Journey all right, Harry?' Bill called, trying to gather up twelve scrolls at once.
'Mad-Eye didn't make you come via Greenland, then?'
'He tried,' said Tonks, striding over to help Bill and immediately toppling a candle on to the last piece of parchment. 'Oh no - sorry - '
'Here, dear,' said Mrs Weasley, sounding exasperated, and she repaired the
parchment with a wave of her wand. In the flash of light caused by Mrs Weasley's charm Harry caught a glimpse of what looked like the plan of a building.
Mrs Weasley had seen him looking. She snatched the plan off the table and stuffed it into Bill's already overladen arms.
This sort of thing ought to be cleared away promptly at the end of meetings,' she snapped, before sweeping off towards an ancient dresser from which she started
unloading dinner plates.
Bill took out his wand, muttered, 'Evanesce!' and the scrolls vanished.
'Sit down, Harry' said Sirius. 'You've met Mundungus, haven't you?'
The thing Harry had taken to be a pile of rags gave a prolonged, grunting snore, then jerked awake.
'Some'n say m'name?' Mundungus mumbled sleepily. 'I agree with Sirius . . .' He
raised a very grubby hand in the air as though voting, his droopy, bloodshot eyes unfocused.
Ginny giggled.
The meeting's over, Dung,' said Sirius, as they all sat down around him at the table.
'Harry's arrived.'
'Eh?' said Mundungus, peering bale fully at Harry through his matted ginger hair.
'Blimey, so 'e 'as. Yeah . . . you all right, 'Airy?'
'Yeah,' said Harry.
Mundungus fumbled nervously in his pockets, still staring at Harry, and pulled out a grimy black pipe. He stuck it in his mouth, ignited the end of it with his wand and took a deep pull on it. Great billowing clouds of greenish smoke obscured him within seconds.
'Owe you a 'pology,' grunted a voice from the middle of the smelly cloud.
'For the last time, Mundungus,' called Mrs Weasley, 'will you please not smoke that thing in the kitchen, especially not when we're about to eat!'
'Ah,' said Mundungus. 'Right. Sorry, Molly.'
The cloud of smoke vanished as Mundungus stowed his pipe back in his pocket, but
an acrid smell of burning socks lingered.
'And if you want dinner before midnight I'll need a hand,' Mrs Weasley said to the room at large. 'No, you can stay where you are, Harry dear, you've had a long journey.'
'What can I do, Molly?' said Tonks enthusiastically, bounding forwards.
Mrs Weasley hesitated, looking apprehensive.
'Er - no, it's all right, Tonks, you have a rest too, you've done enough today.'
'No, no, I want to help!' said Tonks brightly, knocking over a chair as she hurried towards the dresser, from which Ginny was collecting cutlery.

“路上还顺利吧，哈利？”比尔大声问道，同时试着一下子抱起了十二卷羊皮纸，“这么说，疯眼汉没有让你取道格陵兰岛过来？”
“他想这么做来着，”唐克斯快步走过去想帮比尔一把，但转眼间就把一根蜡烛碰倒在最后一卷羊皮纸上，“哦，糟糕——　对不起——　”
“没关系，亲爱的。”韦斯莱夫人说，声音显得有点恼火。她一挥魔杖，把羊皮纸修复好了。韦斯莱夫人念咒时闪过一道亮光，哈利瞥见那纸上好像是一座建筑物的平面图。
韦斯莱夫人发现哈利在看，赶紧把平面图从桌上抓起来，塞进比尔已经不堪重负的怀里。
“这些东西应该会议一结束就赶紧收起来。”她厉声地说，然后快步走向一个很古老的碗橱，从里面拿出晚餐的盘子。
比尔抽出他的魔杖，低声说了一句：“消隐无踪！”那些羊皮纸卷一下子就不见了。
“坐下吧，哈利，”小天狼星说，“你已经见过蒙顿格斯了，是不是？”
哈利刚才以为是一堆破布的东西，这时发出一声长长的呼噜呼噜的鼾声，猛地惊醒过来。
“谁在说我的名字？”蒙顿格斯迷迷糊糊地嘟哝道，“我同意小天狼星的？？”他高高举起一只脏兮兮的手，像是要投票表决，那双眼皮耷拉的、充血的眼睛茫然地瞪着。
金妮略咯地笑了。
“会议结束了，顿格①。”小天狼星说，他们都围着蒙顿格斯在桌旁坐下，“哈①蒙顿格斯的昵称。
-56？利采了。“
“嗯？”蒙顿格斯说着，目光透过乱糟糟的姜黄色头发痛苦地望着哈利，“天哪，他来了。没错？？你好吗，哈利？”
“挺好的。”哈利说。
蒙顿格斯局促不安地在几个口袋里摸索着，但眼睛仍然盯着哈利，最后他掏出一个满是污垢的黑烟斗。他把烟斗塞进嘴里，用魔杖把它点燃，深深地吸了一口。几秒钟后，大股大股泛着绿色的烟雾就把他包围了。
“我得向你道歉。”一个声音从那团臭烘烘的烟雾中间嘟哝着说。“我最后再提醒你一次，蒙顿格斯，”韦斯莱夫人大声说道，“拜托，你能不能不要在厨房里抽那玩意儿，特别是我们马上就要吃饭了！”“啊，”蒙顿格斯说，“好的。对不起，莫丽。”蒙顿格斯把烟斗重新塞进口袋，烟雾散去了，但那股袜子烧焦的刺鼻气味儿迟迟没有散尽。“如果你们想在午夜之前吃到晚饭，就需要有人来帮我一把。”韦斯莱夫人对房间里所有的人说，“不，你坐在那里别动，啥利，亲爱的，你刚经过长途旅行。”“我能做点什么，莫丽？”唐克斯热情洋溢地说，跳起来冲了过去。韦斯莱夫人迟疑着，显得心有余悸。“嗯——　不用，没事儿，唐克斯，你也休息一会儿吧，今天你已经做了不少了。”“不，不，我想帮帮你！”唐克斯欢快地说，匆匆奔向金妮正在拿餐具的碗橱，不留神撞翻了一把椅子。

还有漏了一段
是小孩纸们想要偷听凤凰社会议
Turning to Fred and George, she said, 'Its no-go with the Extendable Ears, she's
gone and put an Imperturbable Charm on the kitchen door.'
'How d'you know?' said George, looking crestfallen.
'Tonks told me how to find out,' said Ginny. 'You just chuck stuff at the door and if it can't make contact the door's been Imperturbed. I've been flicking Dungbombs at it from the top of the stairs and they just soar away from it, so there's no way the Extendable Ears will be able to get under the gap.'
她又转向弗雷德和乔治，对他们说：“伸缩耳不管用了，妈妈竟然给厨房门念了个抗扰咒。”
“你怎么知道的？”乔治问，一副垂头丧气的样子。
“是唐克斯告诉我怎么验证的，”金妮说，“你只要往门上扔东西，如果东西碰不到门，就说明念了抗扰咒。我一直在楼梯顶上往门上扔大粪蛋，可它们全都避开门飞到了别处，所以伸缩耳根本不可能从门缝底下钻进去。”

好了，，，继续，，是晚上吃饭的时候的事情
'Boys,' Mr Weasley said, lifting the stew back into the middle of the table, 'your mother's right, you re supposed to show a sense f responsibility now you've come of age -'
'None of your brothers caused this sort of trouble!' Mrs Weasley raged at the twins as she slammed a fresh flagon of Butterbeer on lo the table, and spilling almost as much again. 'Bill didn't feel the need to Apparate every few feet! Charlie didn't charm everything he met! Percy - '
She stopped dead, catching her breath with a frightened look at her husband, whose expression was suddenly wooden.
'Let's eat,' said Bill quickly.
'It looks wonderful, Molly,' said Lupin, ladling stew on to a plate lor her and handing it across the table.
For a few minutes there was silence but for the chink of plates and cutlery and the scraping of chairs as everyone settled down to their food. Then Mrs Weasley turned to Sirius.
'I've been meaning to tell you, Sirius, there's something trapped in that writing desk in the drawing room, it keeps rattling and shaking. Of course, it could just be a Boggart, but I thought we ought to ask Alastor to have a look at it before we let it out.'
'Whatever you like,' said Sirius indifferently.
The curtains in there are full of Doxys, too,' Mrs Weasley went on. 'I thought we might try and tackle them tomorrow.'
'I look forward to it,' said Sirius. Harry heard the sarcasm in his voice, but he was not sure that anyone else did.
Opposite Harry, Tonks was entertaining Hermione and Ginny by transforming her
nose between mouthfuls. Screwing up her eyes each time with the same pained
expression she had worn back in Harry's bedroom, her nose swelled to a beak-like
protuberance that resembled Snape's, shrank to the size of a button mushroom and then sprouted a great deal of hair from each nostril. Apparently this was a regular mealtime entertainment, because Hermione and Ginny were soon requesting their favourite noses.
'Do that one like a pig snout, Tonks.'
Tonks obliged, and Harry, looking up, had the fleeting impression that a female
Dudley was grinning at him from across - 'he table.
Mr Weasley, Bill and Lupin were having an intense discuss on about goblins.
They're not giving anything away yet,' said Bill. 'I still can't work out whether or not they believe he's back. Course, they might prefer not to take sides at all. Keep out of it.'
'I'm sure they'd never go over to You-Know-Who,' said Mr Weasley, shaking his head.
They've suffered losses too; remember that goblin family he murdered last time,
somewhere near Nottingham?'
'I think it depends what they're offered,' said Lupin. 'And I'm not talking about gold. If they're offered the freedoms we've been denying them for centuries they're going to be tempted. Have you still not had any luck with Ragnok, Bill?'
'He's feeling pretty anti-wizard at the moment,' said Bill, 'he hasn't stopped raging about the Bagman business, he reckons the Ministry did a cover-up, those goblins never got their gold from him, you know - '


A gale of laughter from the middle of the table drowned the rest of Bill's words. Fred, George, Ron and Mundungus were rolling around in their seats.
'. . . and then,' choked Mundungus, tears running down his face, 'and then, if you'll believe it, 'e says to me, 'e says, ' "Ere, Dung, where didja get all them toads from? 'Cos some son of a Sludger's gone and nicked all mine!" And I says, "Nicked all your toads, Will,
what next? So you'll be wanting some more, then?" And if you'll believe me, lads, the gormless gargoyle buys all 'is own toads back orf me for a lot more'n what 'e paid in the first place - '
'I don't think we need to hear any more of your business dealings, thank you very much, Mundungus,' said Mrs Weasley sharply, as Ron slumped forwards on to the table, howling with laughter.
'Beg pardon, Molly,' said Mundungus at once, wiping his eyes and winking at Harry.
'But, you know, Will nicked 'em orf Warty Harris in the first place so I wasn't really doing nothing wrong.'
'I don't know where you learned about right and wrong, Mundungus, but you seem to have missed a few crucial lessons,' said Mrs Weasley coldly.
Fred and George buried their faces in their goblets of Butterbeer; George was
hiccoughing. For some reason, Mrs Weasley threw a very nasty look at Sirius before getting to her feet and going to fetch a large rhubarb crumble for pudding. Harry looked round at his godfather.
'Molly doesn't approve of Mundungus,' said Sirius in an undertone.
'How come he's in the Order?' Harry said, very quietly.
'He's useful,' Sirius muttered. 'Knows all the crooks - well, he would, seeing as he's one himself. But he's also very loyal to Dumbledore, who helped him out of a tight spot once. It pays to have someone like Dung around, he hears things we don't. But Molly thinks inviting him to stay for dinner is going too far. She hasn't forgiven him for slipping off duty when he was supposed to be tailing you.'
Three helpings of rhubarb crumble and custard later and I he waistband on Harry's jeans was feeling uncomfortably tight (which was saying something as the jeans had once been Dudley's). As he laid down his spoon there was a lull in the general conversation: Mr Weasley was leaning back in his chair, looking replete and relaxed; Tonks was yawning widely, her nose now back to normal; and Ginny, who had lured Crookshanks out from under the dresser, was sitting cross-legged on the floor, rolling Butterbeer corks for him to chase.

'Nearly time for bed, I think,' said Mrs Weasley with a yawn.
'Not just yet, Molly,' said Sirius, pushing away his empty plate and turning to look at Harry. 'You know, I'm surprised at you. I thought the first thing you'd do when you got here would be to start asking questions about Voldemort.'
The atmosphere in the room changed with the rapidity Harry associated with the
arrival of Dementors. Where seconds before it had been sleepily relaxed, it was now alert, even tense. A frisson had gone around the table at the mention of Voldemort's name.
Lupin, who had been about to take a sip of wine, lowered his goblet slowly, looking wary.
'I did!' said Harry indignantly. 'I asked Ron and Hermione but they said we're not allowed in the Order, so - '
'And they're quite right,' said Mrs Weasley. 'You're too young.'
She was sitting bolt upright in her chair, her fists clenched an its arms, every trace of drowsiness gone.
'Since when did someone have to be in the Order of the Phoenix to ask questions?'asked Sirius. 'Harry's been trapped in that Muggle house for a month. He's got the right to know what's been happen-'
'Hang on!' interrupted George loudly.
'How come Harry gets his questions answered?' said Fred angrily.
'We've been trying to get stuff out of you for a month and y du haven't told us a single stinking thing!' said George.
' "You're too young, you're not in the Order," ' said Fred, in a high-pitched voice that sounded uncannily like his mother's. 'Harry's not even of age!'
'It's not my fault you haven't been told what the Order's doing,' said Sirius calmly, 'that's your parents' decision. Harry, on the other hand - '
'It's not down to you to decide what's good for Harry!' said Mrs Weasley sharply. The expression on her normally kind face looked dangerous. 'You haven't forgotten what Dumbledore said, I suppose?'
'Which bit?' Sirius asked politely, but with the air of a man readying himself for a fight.
The bit about not telling Harry more than he needs to know,' said Mrs Weasley,
placing a heavy emphasis on the last three words.
Ron, Hermione, Fred and Georges heads swivelled from Sirius to Mrs Weasley as
though they were following a tennis rally. Ginny was kneeling amid a pile of abandoned Butterbeer corks, watching the conversation with her mouth slightly open. Lupin's eyes were fixed on Sirius.
'I don't intend to tell him more than he needs to know, Molly,' said Sirius. 'But as he was the one who saw Voldemort come back' (again, there was a collective shudder around the table at the name) 'he has more right than most to - '
'He's not a member of the Order of the Phoenix!' said Mrs Weasley. 'He's only fifteen and - '
'And he's dealt with as much as most in the Order,' said Sirius, 'and more than some.'
'No one's denying what he's done!' said Mrs Weasley, her voice rising, her fists
trembling on the arms of her chair. 'But he's still - '
'He's not a child!' said Sirius impatiently.
'He's not an adult either!' said Mrs Weasley, the colour rising in her cheeks. 'He's not James, Sirius!'
'I'm perfectly clear who he is, thanks, Molly,' said Sirius coldly.
'I'm not sure you are!' said Mrs Weasley. 'Sometimes, the way you talk about him, it's as though you think you've got your best friend back!'
'What's wrong with that?' said Harry.
'What's wrong, Harry, is that you are not your father, however much you might look like him!' said Mrs Weasley, her eyes still boring into Sirius. 'You are still at school and adults responsible for you should not forget it!'
'Meaning I'm an irresponsible godfather?' demanded Sirius, his voice rising.
'Meaning you have been known to act rashly, Sirius, which is why Dumbledore keeps reminding you to stay at home and - '
'We'll leave my instructions from Dumbledore out of this, if you please!' said Sirius loudly.
'Arthur!' said Mrs Weasley rounding on her husband. 'Arthur, back me up!'
Mr Weasley did not speak at once. He took off his glasses and cleaned the***owly on his robes, not looking at his wife. Only when he had replaced them carefully on his nose did he reply.
'Dumbledore knows the position has changed, Molly. He accepts that Harry will have to be filled in, to a certain extent, now that he is staying at Headquarters.'
'Yes, but there's a difference between that and inviting him to ask whatever he likes!'
'Personally,' said Lupin quietly, looking away from Sirius at last, as Mrs Weasley turned quickly to him, hopeful that finally she was about to get an ally, 'I think it better that Harry gets the facts - 'not all the facts, Molly, but the general picture - from us, rather than a garbled version from . . . others.'
His expression was mild, but Harry felt sure Lupin, at least, knew that some
Extendable Ears had survived Mrs Weasley's purge.

“差不多该上床睡觉了，我想。”韦斯莱夫人打着哈欠说。
“还没有呢，莫丽。”小天狼星把面前的空盘子推到一边，转脸望着哈利，“知道吗，我真为你感到吃惊呢。我以为你到这里的第一件事就是询问关于伏地魔的情况。”
屋里的气氛突然变了，速度如此之快，哈利还以为是摄魂怪来了。几秒钟前还是那样轻松悠闲，令人昏昏欲睡，现在却变得警觉，甚至是紧张了。听到伏地魔的名字，饭桌周围掠过一阵战栗。卢平刚才端起杯子正要喝酒，这时慢慢放下酒杯，露出警惕的神情。
“我问了！”哈利气愤地说，“我问了罗恩和赫敏，但他们说我们没被批准加入凤凰社，所以——　”　“他们说得对呀，”韦斯莱夫人说，“你们年纪还太小。”　她笔直地坐在椅子上，两个拳头捏得紧紧的抱在怀里，睡意消失得无影无踪。“从什么时候开始，我们必须先加人凤凰社才能提问题？”小天狼星问。“哈利在那个麻瓜家里困了整整一个月。他有权利知道发生了什么——　”　“等一等！”乔治大声打断了他。“为什么哈利的问题就能得到答复？”弗雷德气呼呼地问。“一个月来我们一直想从你们嘴里问出点什么来，但你们什么也不肯告诉我们！”乔治说。
“你们年纪太小了，你们没有加入凤凰社，”弗雷德说，那又尖又细的声音活脱脱就是他母亲的，听着简直不可思议，“而哈利甚至还没有成年呢！”
“没有人告诉你们凤凰社在做什么，这可不能怪我呀，”小天狼星平静地说，“那是你父母的决定。而哈利则不同——　”
“用不着你来决定怎么对哈利有好处！”韦斯莱夫人厉声说，平日和蔼亲切的-61　？脸上此刻露出的表情很吓人，“我想，你没有忘记邓布利多说的话吧？”“哪一部分？”小天狼星不失礼貌地问，但神情却像一个准备迎战的人。“就是不告诉哈利他不需要知道的。”韦斯莱夫人说，着重强调了最后几个字。
罗恩、赫敏、弗雷德和乔治的脑袋在小天狼星和韦斯莱夫人之间转来转去，仿佛在观看网球场上的来回对打。金妮跪在一堆丢弃的黄油啤酒软木塞中问，呆呆地望着他们谈话，嘴巴微微张着。卢平眼睛一眨不眨地盯着小天狼星。
“我只打算告诉哈利他需要知道的，莫丽，”小天狼星说，“但当时是他看见伏地魔复活的，”（听到这个名字，饭桌周围的人又是一阵战栗）“他比大多数人都更有权利——　”
“他还不是凤凰社的成员呢！”韦斯莱夫人说，“他才只有十五岁，而且——　”　“但他经历的事情不比风凰社的大多数人少，”小天狼星说，“甚至比有些人还多呢。”“没有人否认他做过的事情！”韦斯莱夫人说，声音越来越高，放在椅子扶手上的拳头在微微颤抖，“但他仍然——　”　“他不是个孩子了！”小天狼星不耐烦地说。“但他也不是个成年人！”韦斯莱夫人说，血液冲上了她的面颊，“他不是詹姆，小天狼星！”“谢谢，我很清楚他是谁，莫丽。”小天狼星冷冷地说。“我看不一定！”韦斯莱夫人说，“有时你谈起他时的语气，就好像你以为你最好的朋友又回来了似的！”“那又有什么错呢？”哈利说。“错就错在你不是你的父亲，哈利，不管你长得多么像他！”韦斯莱夫人说，眼睛仍然死死地盯着小天狼星，“你还在上学，对你负责任的成年人不应该忘记这一点！”“你是说我是个不负责任的教父？”小天狼星问道，声音提高了。“我是说大家都知道你做事情莽撞，小天狼星，所以邓布利多才不断提醒你待在家里——　”　“对不起，希望我们的谈话不要扯进邓布利多对我的指教。”小天狼星大声说。“亚瑟！”韦斯莱夫人说，突然转向了她的丈夫，“亚瑟，你支持我一下！”韦斯莱先生没有马上说话，而是摘下眼镜，在长袍上慢慢地擦着镜片，眼睛也不看自己的妻子。他小心翼翼地把眼镜重新戴好，才开了口。“邓布利多知道情况有了变化，莫丽。他同意在一定程度上必须把最新消息告诉给哈利，既然哈利现在已经住在指挥部了。”
-62　？“没错，但那跟鼓励他随便发问还是有区别的！”
“就我个人来说，”卢平终于把目光从小天狼星身上移开，轻声细语地说话了，韦斯莱夫人立刻转向他，满心指望自己总算有了一个支持者，“我认为最好让哈利从我们这里了解到事实真相——　不是所有的事实，莫丽，而是一个大致的情况，免得他从？？别人那里得到一些混乱不清的说法。”
他的表情很温和，但哈利可以肯定，至少卢平是知道有几只伸缩耳逃脱了韦斯莱夫人的清洗扫荡。
（看最后一句话，莱莱知道伸缩耳的事情、糖糖是那个告诉孩纸们怎么辨别抗扰咒的人，他们私下里肯定也对伸缩耳的事情有交流。。。！！！哈哈，我真的是掘地三尺了）

That's because there haven't been any funny deaths yet,' said Sirius, 'not as far as we know, anyway . . . and we know quite a let.'
'More than he thinks we do, anyway,' said Lupin.
'How come he's stopped killing people?' Harry asked. He knew Voldemort had
murdered more than once in the last year alone.
'Because he doesn't want to draw attention to himself,' said Sirius. 'It would be dangerous for him. His comeback didn't come off quite the way he wanted it to, you see. He messed it up.'
'Or rather, you messed it up for him,' said Lupin, with a satisfied smile.
'How?' Harry asked, perplexed.
'You weren't supposed to survive!' said Sirius. 'Nobody apart from his Death Eaters was supposed to know he'd come back. But you survived to bear witness.'
'And the very last person he wanted alerted to his return the moment he got back was Dumbledore,' said Lupin. 'And you made sure Dumbledore knew at once.'
'How has that helped?' Harry asked.
'Are you kidding?' said Bill incredulously. 'Dumbledore was the only one
You-Know-Who was ever scared of!'
Thanks to you, Dumbledore was able to recall the Order of the Phoenix about an hour after Voldemort returned,' said Sirius.
'So, what's the Order been doing?' said Harry, looking around at them all.
'Working as hard as we can to make sure Voldemort can't carry out his plans,' said Sirius.
'How d'you know what his plans are?' Harry asked quickly.
'Dumbledore's got a shrewd idea,' said Lupin, 'and Dumbledore's shrewd ideas
normally turn out to be accurate.'
'So what does Dumbledore reckon he's planning?'
'Well, firstly, he wants to build up his army again,' said Sirius. 'In the old days he had huge numbers at his command: witches and wizards he'd bullied or bewitched into following him, his faithful Death Eaters, a great variety of Dark creatures. You heard him planning to recruit the giants; well, they'll be just one of the groups he's after. He's certainly not going to try and take on the Ministry of Magic with only a dozen Death Eaters.'
'So you're trying to stop him getting more followers?'
'We're doing our best,' said Lupin.