4.harry potter and the goblet of fire-第20部分

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　　〃I　pull　down　about　a　hundred　sacks　of　Galleons　a　year！〃　one　of　them　shouted。　〃I'm　a　dragon　killer　for　the　mittee　for　the　Disposal　of　Dangerous　Creatures。〃
　　〃No；　you're　not！〃　yelled　his　friend。　〃You're　a　dishwasher　at　the　Leaky　Cauldron。　。　。　。
　　but　I'm　a　vampire　hunter；　I've　killed　about　ninety　so　far　…〃
　　A　third　young　wizard；　whose　pimples　were　visible　even　by　the　dim；　silvery　light　of　the　veela；　now　cut　in；　〃I'm　about　to　bee　the　youngest　ever　Minister　of　Magic；　I　am。〃
　　Harry　snorted　with　laughter。　He　recognized　the　pimply　wizard：　His　name　was　Stan　Shunpike；　and　he　was　in　fact　a　conductor　on　the　triple…decker　Knight　Bus。　He　turned　to　tell　Ron　this；　but　Ron's　face　had　gone　oddly　slack；　and　next　second　Ron　was　yelling；　〃Did　I　tell　you　I've　invented　a　broomstick　that'll　reach　Jupiter？〃
　　〃Honestly！〃　said　Hermione；　and　she　and　Harry　grabbed　Ron　firmly　by　the　arms；　wheeled　him　around；　and　marched　him　away。　By　the　time　the　sounds　of　the　veela　and　their　admirers　had　faded　pletely；　they　were　in　the　very　heart　of　the　wood。　They　seemed　to　be　alone　now；　everything　was　much　quieter。
　　Harry　looked　around。　〃I　reckon　we　can　just　wait　here；　you　know。　We'll　hear　anyone　ing　a　mile　off。〃
　　The　words　were　hardly　out　of　his　mouth；　when　Ludo　Bagman　emerged　from　behind　a　tree　right　ahead　of　them。
　　Even　by　the　feeble　light　of　the　two　wands；　Harry　could　see　that　a　great　change　had　e　over　Bagman。　He　no　longer　looked　buoyant　and　rosy…faced；　there　was　no　more　spring　in　his　step。　He　looked　very　white　and　strained。
　　〃Who's　that？〃　he　said；　blinking　down　at　them；　trying　to　make　out　their　faces。　〃What　are　you　doing　in　here；　all　alone？〃
　　They　looked　at　one　another；　surprised。
　　〃Well　…　there's　a　sort　of　riot　going　on；〃　said　Ron。
　　Bagman　stared　at　him。
　　〃What？〃
　　〃At　the　campsite。　。　。　some　people　have　got　hold　of　a　family　of　Muggles。　。　。
　　Bagman　swore　loudly。
　　〃Damn　them！〃　he　said；　looking　quite　distracted；　and　without　another　word；　he　Disapparated　with　a　small　pop！
　　〃Not　exactly　on　top　of　things；　Mr。　Bagman；　is　he？〃　said　Hermione；　frowning。
　　〃He　was　a　great　Beater；　though；〃　said　Ron；　leading　the　way　off　the　path　into　a　small　clearing；　and　sitting　down　on　a　patch　of　dry　grass　at　the　foot　of　a　tree。　〃The　Wimbourne　Wasps　won　the　league　three　times　in　a　row　while　he　was　with　them。〃
　　He　took　his　small　figure　of　Krum　out　of　his　pocket；　set　it　down　on　the　ground；　and　watched　it　walk　around。　Like　the　real　Krum；　the　model　was　slightly　duck…footed　and　round…shouldered；　much　less　impressive　on　his　splayed　feet　than　on　his　broomstick。　Harry　was　listening　for　noise　from　the　campsite。　Everything　seemed　much　quieter；　perhaps　the　riot　was　over。
　　〃I　hope　the　others　are　okay；〃　said　Hermione　after　a　while。
　　〃They'll　be　fine；〃　said　Ron。
　　〃Imagine　if　your　dad　catches　Lucius　Malfoy；〃　said　Harry；　sitting　down　next　to　Ron　and　watching　the　small　figure　of　Krum　slouching　over　the　fallen　leaves。　〃He's　always　said　he'd　like　to　get　something　on　him。〃
　　〃That'd　wipe　the　smirk　off　old　Draco's　face；　all　right；〃　said　Ron。
　　〃Those　poor　Muggles；　though；〃　said　Hermione　nervously。　〃What　if　they　can't　get　them　down？〃
　　〃They　will；〃　said　Ron　reassuringly。　〃They'll　find　a　way。〃
　　〃Mad；　though；　to　do　something　like　that　when　the　whole　Ministry　of　Magic's　out　here　tonight！〃　said　Hermione。　〃I　mean；　how　do　they　expect　to　get　away　with　it？　Do　you　think　they've　been　drinking；　or　are　they　just　…〃
　　But　she　broke　off　abruptly　and　looked　over　her　shoulder。　Harry　and　Ron　looked　quickly　around　too。　It　sounded　as　though　someone　was　staggering　toward　their　clearing。　They　waited；　listening　to　the　sounds　of　the　uneven　steps　behind　the　dark　trees。　But　the　footsteps　came　to　a　sudden　halt。
　　〃Hello？〃　called　Harry。
　　There　was　silence。　Harry　got　to　his　feet　and　peered　around　the　tree。　It　was　too　dark　to　see　very　far；　but　he　could　sense　somebody　standing　just　beyond　the　range　of　his　vision。
　　〃Who's　there？〃　he　said。
　　And　then；　without　warning；　the　silence　was　rent　by　a　voice　unlike　any　they　had　heard　in　the　wood；　and　it　uttered；　not　a　panicked　shout；　but　what　sounded　like　a　spell。
　　〃MORSMORDRE！〃
　　And　something　vast；　green；　and　glittering　erupted　from　the　patch　of　darkness　Harry's　eyes　had　been　struggling　to　penetrate；　it　flew　up　over　the　treetops　and　into　the　sky。
　　〃What　the　…　？〃　gasped　Ron　as　he　sprang　to　his　feet　again；　staring　up　at　the　thing　that　had　appeared。
　　For　a　split　second；　Harry　thought　it　was　another　leprechaun　formation。　Then　he　realized　that　it　was　a　colossal　skull；　prised　of　what　looked　like　emerald　stars；　with　a　serpent　protruding　from　its　mouth　like　a　tongue。　As　they　watched；　it　rose　higher　and　higher；　blazing　in　a　haze　of　greenish　smoke；　etched　against　the　black　sky　like　a　new　constellation。
　　Suddenly；　the　wood　all　around　them　erupted　with　screams。　Harry　didn't　understand　why；　but　the　only　possible　cause　was　the　sudden　appearance　of　the　skull；　which　had　now　risen　high　enough　to　illuminate　the　entire　wood　like　some　grisly　neon　sign。　He　scanned　the　darkness　for　the　person　who　had　conjured　the　skull；　but　he　couldn't　see　anyone。
　　〃Who's　there？〃　he　called　again。
　　〃Harry；　e　on；　move！〃　Hermione　had　seized　the　collar　of　his　jacket　and　was　tugging　him　backward。
　　〃What's　the　matter？〃　Harry　said；　startled　to　see　her　face　so　white　and　terrified。
　　〃It's　the　Dark　Mark；　Harry！〃　Hermione　moaned；　pulling　him　as　hard　as　she　could。
　　〃You…Know…Who's　sign！〃
　　〃Voldemort's　…　〃Harry；　e　on！〃
　　Harry　turned　…　Ron　was　hurriedly　scooping　up　his　miniature　Krum　…　the　three　of　them
　　started　across　the　clearing　…　but　before　they　had　taken　a　few　hurried　steps；　a　series　of　popping　noises　announced　the　arrival　of　twenty　wizards；　appearing　from　thin　air；　surrounding　them。
　　Harry　whirled　around；　and　in　an　instant；　he　registered　one　fact：　Each　of　these　wizards　had　his　wand　out；　and　every　wand　was　pointing　right　at　himself；　Ron；　and　Hermione。
　　Without　pausing　to　think；　he　yelled；　〃DUCK！〃
　　He　seized　the　other　two　and　pulled　them　down　onto　the　ground。
　　〃STUPEFY！〃　roared　twenty　voices　…　there　was　a　blinding　series　of　flashes　and　Harry　felt　the　hair　on　his　head　ripple　as　though　a　powerful　wind　had　swept　the　clearing。　Raising　his　head　a　fraction　of　an　inch　he　saw　jets　of　fiery　red　light　flying　over　them　from　the　wizards'　wands；　crossing　one　another；　bouncing　off　tree　trunks；　rebounding　into　the　darkness　〃Stop！〃　yelled　a　voice　he　recognized。　〃STOP！　That's　my　son！〃
　　Harry's　hair　stopped　blowing　about。　He　raised　his　head　a　little　higher。　The　wizard　in　front　of　him　had　lowered　his　wand。　He　rolled　over　and　saw　Mr。　Weasley　striding　toward　them；　looking　terrified。
　　〃Ron　…　Harry〃　…　his　voice　sounded　shaky　…　〃Hermione　…　are　you　all　right？〃
　　〃Out　of　the　way；　Arthur；〃　said　a　cold；　curt　voice。
　　It　was　Mr。　Crouch。　He　and　the　other　Ministry　wizards　were　closing　in　on　them。　Harry　got　to　his　feet　to　face　them。　Mr。　Crouch's　face　was　taut　with　rage。
　　〃Which　of　you　did　it？〃　he　snapped；　his　sharp　eyes　darting　between　them。　〃Which　of　you　conjured　the　Dark　Mark？〃
　　〃We　didn't　do　that！〃　said　Harry；　gesturing　up　at　the　skull。
　　〃We　didn't　do　anything！〃　said　Ron；　who　was　rubbing　his　elbow　and　looking　indignantly　at　his　father。　〃What　did　you　want　to　attack　us　for？〃
　　〃Do　not　lie；　sir！〃　shouted　Mr。　Crouch。　His　wand　was　still　pointing　directly　at　Ron；　and　his　eyes　were　popping　…　he　looked　slightly　mad。　〃You　have　been　discovered　at　the　scene　of　the　crime！〃
　　〃Barty；〃　whispered　a　witch　in　a　long　woolen　dressing　gown；　〃they're　kids；　Barty；　they'd　never　have　been　able　to　〃Where　did　the　Mark　e　from；　you　three？〃　said　Mr。　Weasley　quickly。
　　〃Over　there；〃　said　Hermione　shakily；　pointing　at　the　place　where　they　had　heard　the　voice。　〃There　was　someone　behind　the　trees。　。　。　they　shouted　words　…　an　incantation　…〃
　　〃Oh；　stood　over　there；　did　they？〃　said　Mr。　Crouch；　turning　his　popping　eyes　on　Hermione　now；　disbelief　etched　all　over　his　face。　〃Said　an　incantation；　did　they？　You　seem　very　well　informed　about　how　that　Mark　is　summoned；　missy　…〃
　　But　none　of　the　Ministry　wizards　apart　from　Mr。　Crouch　seemed　to　think　it　remotely　likely　that　Harry；　Ron；　or　Hermione　had　conjured　the　skull；　on　the　contrary；　at　Hermione's　words；　they　had　all　raised　their　wands　again　and　were　pointing　in　the　direction　she　had　indicated；　squinting　through　the　dark　trees。
　　〃We're　too　late；〃　said　the　witch　in　the　woolen　dressing　gown；　shaking　her　head。　〃They'll　have　Disapparated。〃
　　〃I　don't　think　so；〃　said　a　wizard　with　a　scrubby　brown　beard。　It　was　Amos　Diggory；　Cedric's　father。　〃Our　Stunners　went　right　through　those　trees。　。　。　。　There's　a　good　chance　we　got　them。　。　。
　　〃Amos；　be　careful！〃　said　a　few　of　the　wizards　warningly　as　Mr。　Diggory　squared　his　shoulders；　raised　his　wand；　marched　across　the　clearing；　and　disappeared　into　the　darkness。　Hermione　watched　him　vanish　with　her　hands　over　her　mouth。
　　A　few　seconds　later；　they　heard　Mr。　Diggory　shout。
　　〃Yes！　We　got　them！　There's　someone　here！　Unconscious！　It's　…　but　…　blimey。　。
　　〃You've　got　someone？〃　shouted　Mr。　Crouch；　sounding　highly　disbelieving。　〃Who？　Who　is　it？〃
　　They　heard　snapping　twigs；　the　rustling　of　leaves；　and　then　crunching　footsteps　as　Mr。
　　Diggory　reemerged　from　behind　the　trees。　He　was　carrying　a　tiny；　limp　figure　in　his　arms。
　　Harry　recognized　the　tea　towel　at　once。　It　was　Winky。
　　Mr。　Crouch　did　not　move　or　speak　as　Mr。　Diggory　deposited　his　elf　on　the　ground　at　his　feet。　The　other　Ministry　wizards　were　all　staring　at　Mr。　Crouch。　For　a　few　seconds　Crouch　remained　transfixed；　his　eyes　blazing　in　his　white　face　as　he　stared　down　at　Winky。　Then　he　appeared　to　e　to　life　again。
　　〃This　…　cannot　…　be；〃　he　said　jerkily。　〃No　…〃
　　He　moved　quickly　around　Mr。　Diggory　and　strode　off　toward　the　place　where　he　had　found　Winky。
　　〃No　point；　Mr。　Crouch；〃　Mr。　Diggory　called　after　him。　〃There's　no　one　else　there。〃
　　But　Mr。　Crouch　did　not　seem　prepared　to　take　his　word　for　it。　They　could　hear　him　moving　around　and　the　rustling　of　leaves　as　he　pushed　the　bushes　aside；　searching。
　　〃Bit　embarrassing；〃　Mr。　Diggory　said　grimly；　looking　down　at　Winky's　unconscious　form。
　　〃Barty　Crouch's　house…elf。　。　。　I