念念不忘

'Right, well, even if we do all of that, I don't think we're going to be able to bank on more than five minutes,' said Hermione, looking relieved that Harry seemed to have accepted the plan, 'not with Filch and the wretched Inquisitorial Squad floating around.' 'Five minutes'll be enough,' said Harry 'C'mon, let's go - ' 'Now?' said Hermione, looking shocked.

终极剑道由藩初柔导演。局清淑，牧愉，相一繁主演的一部电影

麻豆传媒影业由丙恨之导演。步佳蓓，濯日，谷芷琪主演的一部电影

重生小地主由张简飞薇导演。星贝晨，所籽吉，门紫慧主演的一部电影

“Now, if you all would please divide up into groups of five, you will be assigned a guide, and we can get on our way taking in some of that splendor.” The somewhat organized group now broke up into chaos. “Will you be in my group?” “You want to be in my group?” “Hey you! You’re in my group!” That was all that could be heard for a while. But, Harry had to join in it, to figure out who was going to be with him.

Ron Weasley, who was one of Harry's best friends at Hogwarts,came from a whole family of wizards. This meant that he knew a lotof things Harry didn't, but had never used a telephone before. Mostunluckily, it had been Uncle Vernon who had answered the call.

陈立表示：“你说艰难求生？不，这里不过是我的游乐场！”

被强制性穿越到漫威世界，罗南既不想去做超级英雄，也不想做什么恶棍反派，他只想做一个幕后大佬，默默的把自己的主神空间给发展壮大起来，但是……在成为蜘蛛侠之前，彼得·帕克就经历了数次轮回任务，强大的小蜘蛛表示即便没有被蜘蛛咬我也不是废柴啦！学习了魔法和其它世界科技的托尼·斯塔克，将会绽放出怎样的灵感火花，魔改版装甲、高达版装甲，一切皆有可能！美国队长、浩克、洛基、雷神、鹰眼、X战警、憎恶、神奇四侠、毁灭博士……超级英雄和超级反派在主神空间和漫威世界的双重碰撞下又会有怎样的变化？PS：【新书上传，希望喜欢本书的朋友们都能够点击收藏一下、投几张推荐，谢谢】各位书友要是觉得《某主神的超神漫威》还不错的话请不要忘记向您QQ群和微博里的朋友推荐哦！

The sails of the Black Pearl hung limp. The ship’s hull was half-buried in the sand of a vast, empty desert. Nothing moved in any direction. The sun beat down in a hot and merciless sky.

重生前，夏知星被渣男迷了心，被白莲花耍得团团转。放着极品老公不要，最后作死在了监狱里。重生后，夏知星看着眼前帅到人神共愤的大佬老公。严重怀疑自己当初的眼睛糊了屎，居然对这样的极品高富帅视而不见？两世为人的她誓要抱紧大佬老公，手撕渣男，完虐白莲花，事业上开挂，走上人生巅峰！

【2018火爆新书】他身上有条龙，代号龙纹。

周阳做了个梦，梦中他穿越异界，历经无尽劫难终成至高。大梦了无痕。梦醒了，可周阳却发现梦境与现实发生了交融，全世界遍布自己的传说！本书又名《全世界都在挖掘我的遗迹》，《我扔的垃圾被诸天万界无数强者狂热追逐》，《不可名状的恐怖存在》。

一夜间，全球所有年满十八岁的成年人，都多出了个游戏系统。无法预知未来的大时代悄然降临。楚叶创建了个辅助职业，创造了第一个辅助技能治疗术。从此一发不可收拾，在祖师爷的路上越走越远……不喊爸爸不理他——楚叶

Barbossa tsk-tsked.

Instead of an obelisk covered in names, there was a statue of three people: a man withuntidy hair and glasses, a woman with long hair and a kind, pretty face, and a baby boysitting in his mother’s arms. Snow lay upon all their heads, like fluffy white caps. Harry drew closer, gazing up into his parents’ faces. He had never imagined thatthere would be a statue. . . . How strange it was to see himself represented in stone, ahappy baby without a scar on his forehead. . . . “C’mon,” said Harry, when he had looked his fill, and they turned again towardthe church. As they crossed the road, he glanced over his shoulder; the statue had turnedback into the war memorial. The singing grew louder as they approached the church. It made Harry’s throatconstrict, it reminded him so forcefully of Hogwarts, of Peeves bellowing rude versionsof carols from inside suits of armor, of the Great Hall’s twelve Christmas trees, ofDumbledore wearing a bonnet he had won in a cracker, of Ron in a hand-knittedsweater. . . . There was a kissing gate at the entrance to the graveyard. Hermione pushed itopen as quietly as possible and they edged through it. On either side of the slippery pathto the church doors, the snow lay deep and untouched. They moved off through the snow,carving deep trenches behind them as they walked around the building, keeping to theshadows beneath the brilliant windows. Behind the church, row upon row of snowy tombstones protruded from a blanketof pale blue that was flecked with dazzling red, gold, and green wherever the reflectionsfrom the stained glass hit the snow. Keeping his hand closed tightly on the wand in hisjacket pocket, Harry moved toward the nearest grave. “Look at this, it’s an Abbott, could be some long-lost relation of Hannah’s!” “Keep your voice down,” Hermione begged him. They waded deeper and deeper into the graveyard, gouging dark tracks into thesnow behind them, stooping to peer at the words on old headstones, every now and thensquinting into the surrounding darkness to make absolutely sure that they wereunaccompanied. “Harry, here!” Hermione was two rows of tombstones away; he had to wade back to her, hisheart positively banging in his chest. “Is it – ?” “No, but look!” She pointed to the dark stone. Harry stooped down and saw , upon the frozen,lichen-spotted granite, the words Kendra Dumbledore and, a short way down her dates ofbirth and death, and Her Daughter Ariana. There was also a quotation: Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. So Rita Skeeter and Muriel had got some of their facts right. The Dumbledorefamily had indeed lived here, and part of it had died here. Seeing the grave was worse than hearing about it. Harry could not help thinkingthat he and Dumbledore both had deep roots in this graveyard, and that Dumbledoreought to have told him so, yet he had never thought to share the connection. They couldhave visited the place together; for a moment Harry imagined coming here withDumbledore, of what a bond that would have been, of how much it would have meant tohim. But it seemed that to Dumbledore, the fact that their families lay side by side in thesame graveyard had been an unimportant coincidence, irrelevant, perhaps, to the job hewanted Harry to do. Hermione was looking at Harry, and he was glad that his face was hidden inshadow. He read the words on the tombstone again. Where your treasure is, there willyour heart be also. He did not understand what these words meant. Surely Dumbledorehad chosen them, as the eldest member of the family once his mother had died. “Are you sure he never mentioned – ?” Hermione began. “No,” said Harry curtly, then, “let’s keep looking,” and he turned away, wishinghe had not seen the stone: He did not want his excited trepidation tainted with resentment. “Here!” cried Hermione again a few moments later from out of the darkness. “Ohno, sorry! I thought it said Potter.” She was rubbing at a crumbling, mossy stone, gazing down at it, a little frown onher face. “Harry, come back a moment.” He did not want to be sidetracked again, and only grudgingly made his way backthrough the snow toward her. “What?” “Look at this!”The grave was extremely old, weathered so that Harry could hardly make out thename. Hermione showed him the symbol beneath it. “Harry, that’s the mark in the book!” He peered at the place she indicated: The stone was so worn that it was hard tomake out what was engraved there, though there did seem to be a triangular mark beneaththe nearly illegible name. “Yeah . . . it could be. . . .” Hermione lit her wand and pointed it at the name on the headstone. “It says Ig – Ignotus, I think. . . .”“I’m going to keep looking for my parents, all right?” Harry told her, a slight edgeto his voice, and he set off again, leaving her crouched beside the old grave. Every now and then he recognized a surname that, like Abbott, he had met atHogwarts. Sometimes there were several generations of the same Wizarding familyrepresented in the graveyard: Harry could tell from the dates that it had either died out, orthe current members had moved away from Godric’s Hollow. Deeper and deeperamongst the graves he went, and every time he reached a new headstone he felt a littlelurch of apprehension and anticipation. The darkness and the silence seemed to become, all of a sudden, much deeper.

Harry tried to make a case for Snape having deserved what he had suffered at James's hands: but hadn't Lily asked, 'What's he done to you?' And hadn't James replied, 'It's more the fact that he exists, if you know what I mean.' Hadn't James started it all simply because Sirius had said he was bored? Harry remembered Lupin saying back in Grimmauld Place that Dumbledore had made him prefect in the hope that he would be able to exercise some control over James and Sirius . . . but in the Pensieve, he had sat there and let it all happen . . .