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第0章 器灵之变

Harry dropped his gaze to the chair in the centre of the room, the arms of which were covered in chains. He had seen those chains spring to life and bind whoever sat between them. His footsteps echoed loudly as he walked across the stone floor. When he sat gingerly on the edge of the chair the chains clinked threateningly, but did not bind him. Feeling rather sick, he looked up at the people seated at the bench above.

Harry half wished he hadn't found out how to work Riddle's diary. Again and again Ron and Hermione made him recount what he'd seen, until he was heartily sick of telling them and sick of the long, circular conversations that followed.

handsome head a little thrown back, and his glass raised in his

He opened the door of his dormitory and was one step inside it when he experienced pain so severe he thought that someone must have sliced into the top of his head. He did not know where be was, whether he was standing or lying down, he did not even know his own name.

he knocked; and having exchanged a few muttered words with the

Harry gaped at her. Now she said it, that seemed the obvious thing to have done.

Harry didn't move. There was a pounding in his ears.

Harry drew closer, gazing up into his parents’ faces. He had never imagined that there would be a statue…. How strange it was to see himself represented in stone, a happy baby without a scar on his forehead….

Harry darted forwards to pick up the letter, but Aunt Petunia beat him to it.