4.harry potter and the goblet of fire-第47部分

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　　〃Dumbledore！〃　cried　Rita　Skeeter；　with　every　appearance　of　delight　…　but　Harry　noticed　that　her　quill　and　the　parchment　had　suddenly　vanished　from　the　box　of　Magical　Mess　Remover；　and　Rita's　clawed　fingers　were　hastily　snapping　shut　the　clasp　of　her　crocodile…skin　bag。　〃How　are　you？〃　she　said；　standing　up　and　holding　out　one　of　her　large；　mannish　hands　to　Dumbledore。　〃I　hope　you　saw　my　piece　over　the　summer　about　the　International　Confederation　of　Wizards'　Conference？〃
　　〃Enchantingly　nasty；〃　said　Dumbledore；　his　eyes　twinkling。　〃I　particularly　enjoyed　your　description　of　me　as　an　obsolete　dingbat。〃
　　Rita　Skeeter　didn't　look　remotely　abashed。
　　〃I　was　just　making　the　point　that　some　of　your　ideas　are　a　little　old…fashioned；　Dumbhedore；　and　that　many　wizards　in　the　street　…〃
　　〃I　will　be　delighted　to　hear　the　reasoning　behind　the　rudeness；　Rita；〃　said　Dumbledore；　with　a　courteous　bow　and　a　smile；　〃but　I'm　afraid　we　will　have　to　discuss　the　matter　later。　The　Weighing　of　the　Wands　is　about　to　start；　and　it　cannot　take　place　if　one　of　our　champions　is　hidden　in　a　broom　cupboard。〃
　　Very　glad　to　get　away　from　Rita　Skeeter；　Harry　hurried　back　into　the　room。　The　other　champions　were　now　sitting　in　chairs　near　the　door；　and　he　sat　down　quickly　next　to　Cedric；　hooking　up　at　the　velvet…covered　table；　where　four　of　the　five　judges　were　now　sitting　…　Professor　Karkaroff；　Madame　Maxime；　Mr。　Crouch；　and　Ludo　Bagman。　Rita　Skeeter　settled　herself　down　in　a　corner；　Harry　saw　her　slip　the　parchment　out　of　her　bag　again；　spread　it　on　her　knee；　suck　the　end　of　the　Quick…Quotes　Quill；　and　place　it　once　more　on　the　parchment。
　　〃May　I　introduce　Mr。　Ollivander？〃　said　Dumbledore；　taking　his　place　at　the　judges'　table　and　talking　to　the　champions。　〃He　will　be　checking　your　wands　to　ensure　that　they　are　in　good　condition　before　the　tournament。〃
　　Harry　hooked　around；　and　with　a　jolt　of　surprise　saw　an　old　wizard　with　large；　pale　eyes　standing　quietly　by　the　window。　Harry　had　met　Mr。　Ollivander　before　…　he　was　the　wand…maker　from　whom　Harry　had　bought　his　own　wand　over　three　years　ago　in　Diagon　Alley。
　　〃Mademoiselle　Delacour；　could　we　have　you　first；　please？〃　said　Mr。　Ollivander；　stepping　into　the　empty　space　in　the　middle　of　the　room。
　　Fleur　Delacour　swept　over　to　Mr。　Olhivander　and　handed　him　her　wand。
　　〃Hmm。。。〃　he　said。
　　He　twirled　the　wand　between　his　long　fingers　like　a　baton　and　it　emitted　a　number　of　pink　and　gold　sparks。　Then　he　held　it　chose　to　his　eyes　and　examined　it　carefully。
　　〃Yes；〃　he　said　quietly；　〃nine　and　a　half　inches。　。　。　inflexible。。　rosewood。。　。　and　containing。　。　。　dear　me。　。　。〃
　　〃An　'air　from　ze　'ead　of　a　veela；〃　said　Fleur。　〃One　of　my　grandmuzzer's。〃
　　So　Fleur　was　part　veela；　thought　Harry；　making　a　mental　note　to　tell　Ron。　。　。　then　he　remembered　that　Ron　wasn't　speaking　to　him。
　　〃Yes；〃　said　Mr。　Ollivander；　〃yes；　I've　never　used　veela　hair　myself；　of　course。　I　find　it　makes　for　rather　temperamental　wands。。。however；　to　each　his　own；　and　if　this　suits　you。。〃
　　Mr。　Ollivander　ran　his　fingers　along　the　wand；　apparently　checking　for　scratches　or
　　bumps；　then　he　muttered；　〃Orchideous！〃　and　a　bunch　of　flowers　burst　from　the　wand　tip。
　　〃Very　well；　very　well；　it's　in　fine　working　order；〃　said　Mr。　Ollivander；　scooping　up　the　flowers　and　handing　them　to　Fleur　with　her　wand。　〃Mr。　Diggory；　you　next。〃
　　Fleur　glided　back　to　her　seat；　smiling　at　Cedric　as　he　passed　her。
　　〃Ah；　now；　this　is　one　of　mine；　isn't　it？〃　said　Mr。　Ollivander；　with　much　more　enthusiasm；　as　Cedric　handed　over　his　wand。　〃Yes；　I　remember　it　well。　Containing　a　single　hair　from　the　tail　of　a　particularly　fine　male　unicorn。　。　。　must　have　been　seventeen　hands；　nearly　gored　me　with　his　horn　after　I　plucked　his　tail。　Twelve　and　a　quarter　inches。　。　。　ash。　。
　　。　pleasantly　springy。　It's　in　fine　condition。。。You　treat　it　regularly？〃
　　〃Polished　it　last　night；〃　said　Cedric；　grinning。
　　Harry　hooked　down　at　his　own　wand。　He　could　see　finger　marks　all　over　it。　He　gathered　a　fistful　of　robe　from　his　knee　and　tried　to　rub　it　clean　surreptitiously。　Several　gold　sparks　shot　out　of　the　end　of　it。　Fleur　Delacour　gave　him　a　very　patronizing　look；　and　he　desisted。
　　Mr。　Ollivander　sent　a　stream　of　silver　smoke　rings　across　the　room　from　the　tip　of　Cedric's　wand；　pronounced　himself　satisfied；　and　then　said；　〃Mr。　Krum；　if　you　please。〃
　　Viktor　Krum　got　up　and　slouched；　round…shouldered　and　duck…footed；　toward　Mr。　Ollivander。
　　He　thrust　out　his　wand　and　stood　scowling；　with　his　hands　in　the　pockets　of　his　robes。
　　〃Hmm；〃　said　Mr。　Olhivander；　〃this　is　a　Gregorovitch　creation；　unless　I'm　much　mistaken？
　　A　fine　wand…maker；　though　the　styling　is　never　quite　what　I。　。　。　however。　。〃
　　He　lifted　the　wand　and　examined　it　minutely；　turning　it　over　and　over　before　his　eyes。
　　〃Yes。。　。　hornbeam　and　dragon　heartstring？〃　he　shot　at　Krum；　who　nodded。　〃Rather　thicker　than　one　usually　sees。　。　。　quite　rigid。　。　。　ten　and　a　quarter　inches。　。　。　Avis！〃
　　The　hornbeam　wand　let　off　a　blast　hike　a　gun；　and　a　number　of　small；　twittering　birds　flew　out　of　the　end　and　through　the　open　window　into　the　watery　sunlight。
　　〃Good；〃　said　Mr。　Ollivander；　handing　Krum　back　his　wand。　〃Which　leaves。　。　。　Mr。　Potter。〃
　　Harry　got　to　his　feet　and　walked　past　Krum　to　Mr。　Ollivander。　He　handed　over　his　wand。
　　〃Aaaah；　yes；〃　said　Mr。　Ohlivander；　his　pale　eyes　suddenly　gleaming。　〃Yes；　yes；　yes。　How　well　I　remember。〃
　　Harry　could　remember　too。　He　could　remember　it　as　though　it　had　happened　yesterday。。。。
　　Four　summers　ago；　on　his　eleventh　birthday；　he　had　entered　Mr。　Ollivander's　shop　with　Hagrid　to　buy　a　wand。　Mr。　Ollivander　had　taken　his　measurements　and　then　started　handing　him　wands　to　try。　Harry　had　waved　what　felt　like　every　wand　in　the　shop；　until　at　last　he　had　found　the　one　that　suited　him　…　this　one；　which　was　made　of　holly；　eleven　inches　long；　and　contained　a　single　feather　from　the　tail　of　a　phoenix。　Mr。　Ollivander　had　been　very　surprised　that　Harry　had　been　so　patible　with　this　wand。　〃Curious；〃　he　had　said；　〃curious；〃　and　not　until　Harry　asked　what　was　curious　had　Mr。　Olhivander　explained　that　the　phoenix　feather　in　Harry's　wand　had　e　from　the　same　bird　that　had　supplied　the　core　of　Lord　Voldemort's。
　　Harry　had　never　shared　this　piece　of　information　with　anybody。　He　was　very　fond　of　his　wand；　and　as　far　as　he　was　concerned　its　relation　to　Voldemort's　wand　was　something　it　couldn't　help　…　rather　as　he　couldn't　help　being　related　to　Aunt　Petunia。　However；　he　really　hoped　that　Mr。　Ollivander　wasn't　about　to　tell　the　room　about　it。　He　had　a　funny　feeling　Rita　Skeeter's　Quick…Quotes　Quill　might　just　explode　with　excitement　if　he　did。
　　Mr。　Ollivander　spent　much　longer　examining　Harry's　wand　than　anyone　else's。　Eventually；　however；　he　made　a　fountain　of　wine　shoot　out　of　it；　and　handed　it　back　to　Harry；　announcing　that　it　was　still　in　perfect　condition。
　　〃Thank　you　all；〃　said　Dumbledore；　standing　up　at　the　judges'　table。　〃You　may　go　back　to　your　lessons　now　…　or　perhaps　it　would　be　quicker　just　to　go　down　to　dinner；　as　they　are　about　to　end　…〃
　　Feeling　that　at　last　something　had　gone　right　today；　Harry　got　up　to　leave；　but　the　man　with　the　black　camera　jumped　up　and　cleared　his　throat。
　　〃Photos；　Dumbledore；　photos！〃　cried　Bagman　excitedly。　〃All　the　judges　and　champions；　what　do　you　think；　Rita？〃
　　〃Er　…　yes；　let's　do　those　first；〃　said　Rita　Skeeter；　whose　eyes　were　upon　Harry　again。
　　〃And　then　perhaps　some　individual　shots。〃
　　The　photographs　took　a　long　time。　Madame　Maxime　cast　everyone　else　into　shadow　wherever　she　stood；　and　the　photographer　couldn't　stand　far　enough　back　to　get　her　into　the　frame；　eventually　she　had　to　sit　while　everyone　else　stood　around　her。　Karkaroff　kept　twirling　his　goatee　around　his　finger　to　give　it　an　extra　curl；　Krum；　whom　Harry　would　have　thought　would　have　been　used　to　this　sort　of　thing；　skulked；　half…hidden；　at　the　back　of
　　the　group。　The　photographer　seemed　keenest　to　get　Fleur　at　the　front；　but　Rita　Skeeter　kept　hurrying　forward　and　dragging　Harry　into　greater　prominence。　Then　she　insisted　on　separate　shots　of　all　the　champions。　At　last；　they　were　free　to　go。
　　Harry　went　down　to　dinner。　Hermione　wasn't　there　…　he　supposed　she　was　still　in　the　hospital　wing　having　her　teeth　fixed。　He　ate　alone　at　the　end　of　the　table；　then　returned　to　Gryffindor　Tower；　thinking　of　all　the　extra　work　on　Summoning　Charms　that　he　had　to　do。　Up　in　the　dormitory；　he　came　across　Ron。
　　〃You've　had　an　owl；〃　said　Ron　brusquely　the　moment　he　walked　in。　He　was　pointing　at　Harry's　pillow。　The　school　barn　owl　was　waiting　for　him　there。
　　〃Oh　…　right；〃　said　Harry。
　　〃And　we've　got　to　do　our　detentions　tomorrow　night；　Snape's　dungeon；〃　said　Ron。
　　He　then　walked　straight　out　of　the　room；　not　looking　at　Harry。　For　a　moment；　Harry　considered　going　after　him　…　he　wasn't　sure　whether　he　wanted　to　talk　to　him　or　hit　him；　both　seemed　quite　appealing　…　but　the　lure　of　Sirius's　answer　was　too　strong。　Harry　strode　over　to　the　barn　owl；　took　the　letter　off　its　leg；　and　unrolled　it。
　　Harry　…　I　can't　say　everything　I　would　like　to　in　a　letter；　it's　too　risky　in　case　the　owl　is　intercepted　…　we　need　to　talk　face…to…face。　Can　you　ensure　that　you　are　alone　by　the　fire　in　Gryffindor　Tower　at　one　o'clock　in　the　morning　on　the　22nd　ofNovember？
　　I　know　better　than　anyone　that　you　can　look　after　yourself　and　while　you're　around　Dumbledore　and　Moody　I　don't　think　anyone　will　be　able　to　hurt　you。　However；　someone　seems　to　be　having　a　good　try。　Entering　you　in　that　tournament　would　have　been　very　risky；　especially　right　under　Dumbkdore's　nose。
　　Be　on　the　watch；　Harry。　I　still　want　to　hear　about　anything　unusual。　Let　me　know　about　the　22nd　ofNovember　as　quickly　as　you　can。
　　Sirius　CHAPTER　NINETEEN　…　THE　HUNGARIAN　HORNTAIL
　　The　prospect　of　talking　face…to…face　with　Sirius　was　all　that　sustained　Harry　over　the　next　fortnight；　the　only　bright　spot　on　a　horizon　that　had　never　looked　darker。　The　shock　of　finding　himself　school　champion　had　worn　off　slightly　now；　and　the　fear　of　what　was　facing　him　had　started　to　sink　in。　The　first　task　was　drawing　steadily　nearer；　he　felt　as　though　i