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第0章 战叶天威

“How did he die?” whispered Tonks. “How did it happen?”

“I haven't found one single explanation of what Horcruxes do!” she told him. “Not a single one! I've been right through the restricted section and even in the most horrible books, where they tell you how to brew the most gruesome potions—nothing! All I could find was this, in the introduction to Magick Most Evil—listen—"of the Horcrux, wickedest of magical inventions, we shall not speak nor give direction” ... I mean, why mention it, then?” she said impatiently, slamming the old book shut; it let out a ghostly wail. “Oh, shut up,” she snapped, stuffing it back into her bag.

“I don't quite understand how that works, though, sir,” said Riddle.

“Harry, your dad's — well — dead,” she said quietly.

“I don’t care about being married.”

“I see it, I see it!” said Ogden hastily.

“It has a very great deal to do with the prophecy,” said Dumbledore, as casually as if Harry had asked him about the next day's weather, “and I certainly hope that it will help you to survive.”

“I always thought Father might be the one who got rid of Dumbledore,” he said, not troubling to keep his voice down. “I told you he thinks Dumbledore's the worst headmaster the school's ever had. Maybe we'll get a decent headmaster now. Someone who won't want the Chamber of Secrets closed. McGonagall won't last long, she's only filling in…”

“Jane, I don’t like cavillers or questioners; besides, there is