4.harry potter and the goblet of fire-第101部分

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Death　Eaters　circled　like　jackals；　their　cries　strangely　muffled　now。　。　。　。
　　〃Do　nothing！〃　Voldemort　shrieked　to　the　Death　Eaters；　and　Harry　saw　his　red　eyes　wide　with　astonishment　at　what　was　happening；　saw　him　fighting　to　break　the　thread　of　light　still　connecting　his　wand　with　Harry's；　Harry　held　onto　his　wand　more　tightly；　with　both　hands；　and　the　golden　thread　remained　unbroken。　〃Do　nothing　unless　I　mand　you！〃
　　Voldemort　shouted　to　the　Death　Eaters。
　　And　then　an　unearthly　and　beautiful　sound　filled　the　air。　。。。　It　was　ing　from　every　thread　of　the　light…spun　web　vibrating　around　Harry　and　Voldemort。　It　was　a　sound　Harry　recognized；　though　he　had　heard　it　only　once　before　in　his　life：　phoenix　song。
　　It　was　the　sound　of　hope　to　Harry。　。　。　the　most　beautiful　and　wele　thing　he　had　ever　heard　in　his　life。　。　。　。　He　felt　as　though　the　song　were　inside　him　instead　of　just　around　him。　。。。　It　was　the　sound　he　connected　with　Dumbledore；　and　it　was　almost　as　though　a　friend　were　speaking　in　his　ear。　。　。　。
　　Don't　break　the　connection。
　　I　know。　Harry　told　the　music；　I　know　I　mustn't。　。　。　but　no　sooner　had　he　thought　it；　than　the　thing　became　much　harder　to　do。　His　wand　began　to　vibrate　more　powerfully　than　ever　。　。　。　and　now　the　beam　between　him　and　Voldemort　changed　too　。。。　it　was　as　though　large　beads　of　light　were　sliding　up　and　down　the　thread　connecting　the　wands　…　Harry　felt　his　wand　give　a　shudder　under　his　hand　as　the　light　beads　began　to　slide　slowly　and　steadily　his　way。　。　。　。　The　direction　of　the　beams　movement　was　now　toward　him；　from　Voldemort；　and　he　felt　his　wand　shudder　angrily。　。　。　。
　　As　the　closest　bead　of　light　moved　nearer　to　Harrys　wand　tip；　the　wood　beneath　his　fingers　grew　so　hot　he　feared　it　would　burst　into　flame。　The　closer　that　bead　moved；　the　harder　Harry's　wand　vibrated；　he　was　sure　his　wand　would　not　survive　contact　with　it；　it　felt　as　though　it　was　about　to　shatter　under　his　fingers　…He　concentrated　every　last　particle　of　his　mind　upon　forcing　the　bead　back　toward　Voldemort；　his　ears　full　of　phoenix　song；　his　eyes　furious；　fixed　。　。　。　and　slowly；　very　slowly；　the　beads　quivered　to　a　halt；　and　then；　just　as　slowly；　they　began　to　move　the　other　way　。　。　。　and　it　was　Voldemort's　wand　that　was　vibrating　extra…hard　now　。　。　。
　　Voldemort　who　looked　astonished；　and　almost　fearful。　。　。　。
　　One　of　the　beads　of　light　was　quivering；　inches　from　the　tip　of　Voldemorts　wand。　Harry　didn't　understand　why　he　was　doing　it；　didn't　know　what　it　might　achieve　。　。　。　but　he　now　concentrated　as　he　had　never　done　in　his　life　on　forcing　that　bead　of　light　right　back　into　Voldemort　s　wand　。　。　。　and　slowly　。　。　。　very　slowly　。。。　it　moved　along　the　golden　thread　。。。　it　trembled　for　a　moment。　。　。　and　then　it　connected。　。　。　。
　　At　once；　Voldemorts　wand　began　to　emit　echoing　screams　of　pain　。　。　。　then　…　Voldemort's　red　eyes　widened　with　shock　…　a　dense；　smoky　hand　flew　out　of　the　tip　of　it　and　vanished　。　。　。　the　ghost　of　the　hand　he　had　made　Wormtail。　。　。　more　shouts　of　pain　。　。　。　and　then　something　much　larger　began　to　blossom　from　Voldemorts　wand　tip；　a　great；　grayish　something；　that　looked　as　though　it　were　made　of　the　solidest；　densest　smoke。　。。。　It　was　a　head　。　。　。　now　a　chest　and　arms　。　。　。　the　torso　of　Cedric　Diggory。
　　If　ever　Harry　might　have　released　his　wand　from　shock；　it　would　have　been　then；　but　instinct　kept　him　clutching　his　wand　tightly；　so　that　the　thread　of　golden　light　remained
　　unbroken；　even　though　the　thick　gray　ghost　of　Cedric　Diggory　（was　it　a　ghost？　it　looked　so　solid）　emerged　in　its　entirety　from　the　end　of　Voldemort　s　wand；　as　though　it　were　squeezing　itself　out　of　a　very　narrow　tunnel。　。　。　and　this　shade　of　Cedric　stood　up；　and　looked　up　and　down　the　golden　thread　of　light；　and　spoke。
　　〃Hold　on。　Harry；〃　it　said。
　　Its　voice　was　distant　and　echoing。　Harry　looked　at　Voldemort　。。。　his　wide　red　eyes　were　still　shocked　。。。　he　had　no　more　expected　this　than　Harry　had　。　。　。　and；　very　dimly。
　　Harry　heard　the　frightened　yells　of　the　Death　Eaters；　prowling　around　the　edges　of　the　golden　dome。　。
　　More　screams　of　pain　from　the　wand　。　。　。　and　then　something　else　emerged　from　its　tip　。。。
　　the　dense　shadow　of　a　second　head；　quickly　followed　by　arms　and　torso　。。。　an　old　man　Harry　had　seen　only　in　a　dream　was　now　pushing　himself　out　of　the　end　of　the　wand　just　as　Cedric　had　done　。　。　。　and　his　ghost；　or　his　shadow；　or　whatever　it　was；　fell　next　to　Cedric's；　and　surveyed　Harry　and　Voldemort；　and　the　golden　web；　and　the　connected　wands；　with　mild　surprise；　leaning　on　his　walking　stick。　。　。　。
　　〃He　was　a　real　wizard；　then？〃　the　old　man　said；　his　eyes　on　Voldemort。　〃Killed　me；　that　one　did。　。　。　。　You　fight　him；　boy。　。　。　。〃
　　But　already；　yet　another　head　was　emerging　。。。　and　this　head；　gray　as　a　smoky　statue；　was　a　woman's。　。　。　。　Harry；　both　arms　shaking　now　as　he　fought　to　keep　his　wand　still；　saw　her　drop　to　the　ground　and　straighten　up　like　the　others；　staring。　。　。　。
　　The　shadow　of　Bertha　Jorkins　surveyed　the　battle　before　her　with　wide　eyes。
　　〃Don't　let　go；　now！〃　she　cried；　and　her　voice　echoed　like　Cedrics　as　though　from　very　far　away。　〃Don't　let　him　get　you；　Harry　…　don't　let　go！〃
　　She　and　the　other　two　shadowy　figures　began　to　pace　around　the　inner　walls　of　the　golden　web；　while　the　Death　Eaters　flitted　around　the　outside　of　it。。。　and　Voldemort's　dead　victims　whispered　as　they　circled　the　duelers；　whispered　words　of　encouragement　to　Harry；　and　hissed　words　Harry　couldn't　hear　to　Voldemort。
　　And　now　another　head　was　emerging　from　the　tip　of　Voldemorts　wand　。　。　。　and　Harry　knew　when　he　saw　it　who　it　would　be　。。。　he　knew；　as　though　he　had　expected　it　from　the　moment　when　Cedric　had　appeared　from　the　wand　。　。　。　knew；　because　the　man　appearing　was　the　one　he'd　thought　of　more　than　any　other　tonight。　。　。　。
　　The　smoky　shadow　of　a　tall　man　with　untidy　hair　fell　to　the　ground　as　Bertha　had　done；　straightened　up；　and　looked　at　him　。　。　。　and　Harry；　his　arms　shaking　madly　now；　looked　back　into　the　ghostly　face　of　his　father。
　　〃Your　mother's　ing　。　。　。〃　he　said　quietly。　〃She　wants　to　see　you　。。。　it　will　be　all　right。。　。　hold　on。　。　。　。〃
　　And　she　came。　。　。　first　her　head；　then　her　body。。。　a　young　woman　with　long　hair；　the　smoky；　shadowy　form　of　Lily　Potter　blossomed　from　the　end　of　Voldemort's　wand；　fell　to　the　ground；　and　straightened　like　her　husband。　She　walked　close　to　Harry；　looking　down　at　him；　and　she　spoke　in　the　same　distant；　echoing　voice　as　the　others；　but　quietly；　so　that　Voldemort；　his　face　now　livid　with　fear　as　his　victims　prowled　around　him；　could　not　hear。　。　。。
　　〃When　the　connection　is　broken；　we　will　linger　for　only　moments　。　。　。　but　we　will　give　you　time。　。　。　you　must　get　to　the　Portkey；　it　will　return　you　to　Hogwarts　。。。　do　you　understand；　Harry？〃
　　〃Yes；〃　Harry　gasped；　fighting　now　to　keep　a　hold　on　his　wand；　which　was　slipping　and　sliding　beneath　his　fingers。
　　〃Harry　。　。　。〃　whispered　the　figure　of　Cedric；　〃take　my　body　back；　will　you？　Take　my　body　back　to　my　parents；　。。。〃
　　〃I　will；〃　said　Harry；　his　face　screwed　up　with　the　effort　of　holding　the　wand。
　　〃Do　it　now；〃　whispered　his　father's　voice；　〃be　ready　to　run　。　。　。　do　it　now。　。。。〃
　　〃NOW！〃　Harry　yelled；　he　didn't　think　he　could　have　held　on　for　another　moment　anyway　…he　pulled　his　wand　upward　with　an　almighty　wrench；　and　the　golden　thread　broke；　the　cage　of　light　vanished；　the　phoenix　song　died　…　but　the　shadowy　figures　of　Voldemort's　victims　did　not　disappear　…　they　were　closing　in　upon　Voldemort；　shielding　Harry　from　his　gaze　…And　Harry　ran　as　he　had　never　run　in　his　life；　knocking　two　stunned　Death　Eaters　aside　as　he　passed；　he　zigzagged　behind　headstones；　feeling　their　curses　following　him；　hearing　them　hit　the　headstones　…　he　was　dodging　curses　and　graves；　pelting　toward　Cedric's　body；　no　longer　aware　of　the　pain　in　his　leg；　his　whole　being　concentrated　on　what　he　had　to　do　…
　　〃Stun　him！〃　he　heard　Voldemort　scream。
　　Ten　feet　from　Cedric；　Harry　dived　behind　a　marble　angel　to　avoid　the　jets　of　red　light　and　saw　the　tip　of　its　wing　shatter　as　the　spells　hit　it。　Gripping　his　wand　more　tightly；　he　dashed　out　from　behind　the　angel　…〃
　　Impedimenta！〃　he　bellowed；　pointing　his　wand　wildly　over　his　shoulder　at　the　Death　Eaters　running　at　him。
　　From　a　muffled　yell；　he　thought　he　had　stopped　at　least　one　of　them；　but　there　was　no　time　to　stop　and　look；　he　jumped　over　the　cup　and　dived　as　he　heard　more　wand　blasts　behind　him；　more　jets　of　light　flew　over　his　head　as　he　fell；　stretching　out　his　hand　to　grab　Cedric's　arm。。。
　　〃Stand　aside！　I　will　kill　him！　He　is　mine！〃　shrieked　Voldemort。　Harry's　hand　had　closed　on　Cedric's　wrist；　one　tombstone　stood　between　him　and　Voldemort；　but　Cedric　was　too　heavy　to　carry；　and　the　cup　was　out　of　reach　…Voldemort's　red　eyes　flamed　in　the　darkness。　Harry　saw　his　mouth　curl　into　a　smile；　saw　him　raise　his　wand。
　　〃Accio！〃　Harry　yelled；　pointing　his　wand　at　the　Triwizard　Cup。　It　flew　into　the　air　and　soared　toward　him。　Harry　caught　it　by　the　handle　…He　heard　Voldemort　s　scream　of　fury　at　the　same　moment　that　he　felt　the　jerk　behind　his　navel　that　meant　the　Portkey　had　worked　…　it　was　speeding　him　away　in　a　whirl　of　wind　and　color；　and　Cedric　along　with　him。　。　。　。　They　were　going　back。
　　CHAPTER　THIRTY…FIVE　…　VERITASERUM
　　Harry　felt　himself　slam　flat　into　the　ground；　his　face　was　pressed　into　grass；　the　smell　of　it　filled　his　nostrils。　He　had　closed　his　eyes　while　the　Portkey　transported　him；　and　he　kept　them　closed　now。　He　did　not　move。　All　the　breath　seemed　to　have　been　knocked　out　of　him；　his　head　was　swimming　so　badly　he　felt　as　though　the　ground　beneath　him　were　swaying　like　the　deck　of　a　ship。　To　hold　himself　steady；　he　tightened　his　hold　on　the　two　things　he　was　still　clutching：　the　smooth；　cold　handle　of　the　Triwizard　Cup　and　Cedric's　body。　He　felt　as　though　he　would　slide　away　into　the　blackness　gathering　at　the　edges　of　his　brain　if　he　let　go　of　either　of　them。　Shock　and　exhaustion　kept　him　on　the　ground；　breathing　in　the　smell　of　the　grass；　waiting　。　。　。　waiting　for　someone　to　do　something　。　。　。　something　to　happen　。　。　。　and　all　the　while；　his　scar　burned　dully　on　his　forehead。　。　。　。
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