4.harry potter and the goblet of fire-第97部分

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　　Harry　and　Cedric　and　the　short　figure　simply　looked　at　one　another。
　　And　then；　without　warning；　Harry's　scar　exploded　with　pain。　It　was　agony　such　as　he　had　never　felt　in　all　his　life；　his　wand　slipped　from　his　fingers　as　he　put　his　hands　over　his　face；　his　knees　buckled；　he　was　on　the　ground　and　he　could　see　nothing　at　all；　his　head　was　about　to　split　open。
　　From　far　away；　above　his　head；　he　heard　a　high；　cold　voice　say；　〃Kill　the　spare。〃
　　A　swishing　noise　and　a　second　voice；　which　screeched　the　words　to　the　night：　〃Avada　Kedavra！〃
　　A　blast　of　green　light　blazed　through　Harry's　eyelids；　and　he　heard　something　heavy　fall　to　the　ground　beside　him；　the　pain　in　his　scar　reached　such　a　pitch　that　he　retched；　and　then　it　diminished；　terrified　of　what　he　was　about　to　see；　he　opened　his　stinging　eyes。
　　Cedric　was　lying　spread…eagled　on　the　ground　beside　him。　He　was　dead。
　　For　a　second　that　contained　an　eternity；　Harry　stared　into　Cedric's　face；　at　his　open　gray　eyes；　blank　and　expressionless　as　the　windows　of　a　deserted　house；　at　his　half…open　mouth；　which　looked　slightly　surprised。　And　then；　before　Harry's　mind　had　accepted　what　he　was　seeing；　before　he　could　feel　anything　but　numb　disbelief；　he　felt　himself　being　pulled　to　his　feet。
　　The　short　man　in　the　cloak　had　put　down　his　bundle；　lit　his　wand；　and　was　dragging　Harry　toward　the　marble　headstone。　Harry　saw　the　name　upon　it　flickering　in　the　wandlight　before　he　was　forced　around　and　slammed　against　it。
　　TOM　RIDDLE　The　cloaked　man　was　now　conjuring　tight　cords　around　Harry；　tying　him　from　neck　to　ankles　to　the　headstone。　Harry　could　hear　shallow；　fast　breathing　from　the　depths　of　the　hood；　he　struggled；　and　the　man　hit　him　…　hit　him　with　a　hand　that　had　a　finger　missing。　And　Harry　realized　who　was　under　the　hood。　It　was　Wormtail。
　　〃You！〃　he　gasped。
　　But　Wormtail；　who　had　finished　conjuring　the　ropes；　did　not　reply；　he　was　busy　checking　the　tightness　of　the　cords；　his　fingers　trembling　uncontrollably；　rumbling　over　the　knots。　Once　sure　that　Harry　was　bound　so　tightly　to　the　headstone　that　he　couldn't　move　an　inch；　Wormtail　drew　a　length　of　some　black　material　from　the　inside　of　his　cloak　and　stuffed　it　roughly　into　Harry's　mouth；　then；　without　a　word；　he　turned　from　Harry　and　hurried　away。　Harry　couldn't　make　a　sound；　nor　could　he　see　where　Wormtail　had　gone；　he　couldn't　turn　his　head　to　see　beyond　the　headstone；　he　could　see　only　what　was　right　in　front　of　him。
　　Cedric's　body　was　lying　some　twenty　feet　away。　Some　way　beyond　him；　glinting　in　the　starlight；　lay　the　Triwizard　Cup。　Harry's　wand　was　on　the　ground　at　Cedric's　feet。　The　bundle　of　robes　that　Harry　had　thought　was　a　baby　was　close　by；　at　the　foot　of　the　grave。
　　It　seemed　to　be　stirring　fretfully。　Harry　watched　it；　and　his　scar　seared　with　pain　again　。　。　。　and　he　suddenly　knew　that　he　didn't　want　to　see　what　was　in　those　robes　。。。
　　he　didn't　want　that　bundle　opened。。。。
　　He　could　hear　noises　at　his　feet。　He　looked　down　and　saw　a　gigantic　snake　slithering　through　the　grass；　circling　the　headstone　where　he　was　tied。　Wormtail's　fast；　wheezy　breathing　was　growing　louder　again。　It　sounded　as　though　he　was　forcing　something　heavy　across　the　ground。　Then　he　came　back　within　Harry's　range　of　vision；　and　Harry　saw　him　pushing　a　stone　cauldron　to　the　foot　of　the　grave。　It　was　full　of　what　seemed　to　be　water　…　Harry　could　hear　it　slopping　around　…　and　it　was　larger　than　any　cauldron　Harry　had　ever　used；　a　great　stone　belly　large　enough　for　a　full…grown　man　to　sit　in。
　　The　thing　inside　the　bundle　of　robes　on　the　ground　was　stirring　more　persistently；　as　though　it　was　trying　to　free　itself。　Now　Wormtail　was　busying　himself　at　the　bottom　of　the　cauldron　with　a　wand。　Suddenly　there　were　crackling　names　beneath　it。　The　large　snake　slithered　away　into　the　darkness。
　　The　liquid　in　the　cauldron　seemed　to　heat　very　fast。　The　surface　began　not　only　to　bubble；　but　to　send　out　fiery　sparks；　as　though　it　were　on　fire。　Steam　was　thickening；　blurring　the　outline　of　Wormtail　tending　the　fire。　The　movements　beneath　the　robes　became　more　agitated。　And　Harry　heard　the　high；　cold　voice　again。
　　〃Hurry！〃
　　The　whole　surface　of　the　water　was　alight　with　sparks　now。　It　might　have　been　encrusted　with　diamonds。
　　〃It　is　ready。　Master。〃
　　〃Now　。。。〃　said　the　cold　voice。
　　Wormtail　pulled　open　the　robes　on　the　ground；　revealing　what　was　inside　them；　and　Harry　let　out　a　yell　that　was　strangled　in　the　wad　of　material　blocking　his　mouth。
　　It　was　as　though　Wormtail　had　flipped　over　a　stone　and　revealed　something　ugly；　slimy；　and　blind　…　but　worse；　a　hundred　times　worse。　The　thing　Wormtail　had　been　carrying　had　the　shape　of　a　crouched　human　child；　except　that　Harry　had　never　seen　anything　less　like　a　child。　It　was　hairless　and　scaly…looking；　a　dark；　raw；　reddish　black。　Its　arms　and　legs　were　thin　and　feeble；　and　its　face　…　no　child　alive　ever　had　a　face　like　that　…　flat　and　snakelike；　with　gleaming　red　eyes。
　　The　thing　seemed　almost　helpless；　it　raised　its　thin　arms；　put　them　around　Wormtail's　neck；　and　Wormtail　lifted　it。　As　he　did　so；　his　hood　fell　back；　and　Harry　saw　the　look　of　revulsion　on　Wormtail's　weak；　pale　face　in　the　firelight　as　he　carried　the　creature　to　the　rim　of　the　cauldron。　For　one　moment；　Harry　saw　the　evil；　flat　face　illuminated　in　the　sparks　dancing　on　the　surface　of　the　potion。　And　then　Wormtail　lowered　the　creature　into　the　cauldron；　there　was　a　hiss；　and　it　vanished　below　the　surface；　Harry　heard　its　frail　body　hit　the　bottom　with　a　soft　thud。
　　Let　it　drown；　Harry　thought；　his　scar　burning　almost　past　endurance；　please。　。　。　let　it　drown。　。　。　。
　　Wormtail　was　speaking。　His　voice　shook；　he　seemed　frightened　beyond　his　wits。　He　raised　his　wand；　closed　his　eyes；　and　spoke　to　the　night。
　　〃Bone　of　the　father；　unknowingly　given；　you　wil　lrenew　your　son！〃
　　The　surface　of　the　grave　at　Harry's　feet　cracked。　Horrified；　Harry　watched　as　a　fine　trickle　of　dust　rose　into　the　air　at　Wormtail's　mand　and　fell　softly　into　the　cauldron。　The　diamond　surface　of　the　water　broke　and　hissed；　it　sent　sparks　in　all　directions　and　turned　a　vivid；　poisonous…looking　blue。
　　And　now　Wormtail　was　whimpering。　He　pulled　a　long；　thin；　shining　silver　dagger　from　inside　his　cloak。　His　voice　broke　into　petrified　sobs。
　　〃Flesh　…　of　the　servant　…　w…willingly　given　…　you　will　…　revive　…　your　master。　〃
　　He　stretched　his　right　hand　out　in　front　of　him　…　the　hand　with　the　missing　finger。　He　gripped　the　dagger　very　tightly　in　his　left　hand　and　swung　it　upward。
　　Harry　realized　what　Wormtail　was　about　to　do　a　second　before　it　happened　…　he　closed　his　eyes　as　tightly　as　he　could；　but　he　could　not　block　the　scream　that　pierced　the　night；　that　went　through　Harry　as　though　he　had　been　stabbed　with　the　dagger　too。　He　heard　something　fall　to　the　ground；　heard　Wormtail's　anguished　panting；　then　a　sickening　splash；　as　something　was　dropped　into　the　cauldron。　Harry　couldn't　stand　to　look　。　。　。
　　but　the　potion　had　turned　a　burning　red；　the　light　of　it　shone　through　Harry's　closed　eyelids。　。　。　。
　　Wormtail　was　gasping　and　moaning　with　agony。　Not　until　Harry　felt　Wormtail's　anguished　breath　on　his　face　did　he　realize　that　Wormtail　was　right　in　front　of　him。
　　〃B…blood　of　the　enemy　。　。　。　forcibly　taken　。。　。　you　will。　。　。　resurrect　your　foe。〃
　　Harry　could　do　nothing　to　prevent　it；　he　was　tied　too　tightly。　。　。。　Squinting　down；　struggling　hopelessly　at　the　ropes　binding　him；　he　saw　the　shining　silver　dagger　shaking　in　Wormtails　remaining　hand。　He　felt　its　point　penetrate　the　crook　of　his　right　arm　and　blood　seeping　down　the　sleeve　of　his　torn　robes。　Wormtail；　still　panting　with　pain；　rumbled　in　his　pocket　for　a　glass　vial　and　held　it　to　Harry's　cut；　so　that　a　dribble　of　blood　fell　into　it。
　　He　staggered　back　to　the　cauldron　with　Harrys　blood。　He　poured　it　inside。　The　liquid　within　turned；　instantly；　a　blinding　white。　Wormtail；　his　job　done；　dropped　to　his　knees　beside　the　cauldron；　then　slumped　sideways　and　lay　on　the　ground；　cradling　the　bleeding
　　stump　of　his　arm；　gasping　and　sobbing。
　　The　cauldron　was　simmering；　sending　its　diamond　sparks　in　all　directions；　so　blindingly　bright　that　it　turned　all　else　to　velvety　blackness。　Nothing　happened。　。　。　。
　　Let　it　have　drowned。　Harry　thought；　let　it　have　gone　wrong。　。　。　？
　　And　then；　suddenly；　the　sparks　emanating　from　the　cauldron　were　extinguished。　A　surge　of　white　steam　billowed　thickly　from　the　cauldron　instead；　obliterating　everything　in　front　of　Harry；　so　that　he　couldn't　see　Wormtail　or　Cedric　or　anything　but　vapor　hanging　in　the　air。　。。。　It's　gone　wrong；　he　thought。　。　。　it's　drowned。　。。　please　。　。　。　please　let　it　be　dead。　。。。
　　But　then；　through　the　mist　in　front　of　him；　he　saw；　with　an　icy　surge　of　terror；　the　dark　outline　of　a　man；　tall　and　skeletally　thin；　rising　slowly　from　inside　the　cauldron。
　　〃Robe　me；〃　said　the　high；　cold　voice　from　behind　the　steam；　and　Wormtail；　sobbing　and　moaning；　still　cradling　his　mutilated　arm；　scrambled　to　pick　up　the　black　robes　from　the　ground；　got　to　his　feet；　reached　up；　and　pulled　them　one…handed　over　his　master's　head。
　　The　thin　man　stepped　out　of　the　cauldron；　staring　at　Harry　。　。　。　and　Harry　stared　back　into　the　face　that　had　haunted　his　nightmares　for　three　years。　Whiter　than　a　skull；　with　wide；　livid　scarlet　eyes　and　a　nose　that　was　flat　as　a　snakes　with　slits　for　nostrils　。　。
　　。
　　Lord　Voldemort　had　risen　again。
　　CHAPTER　THIRTY…THREE　…　THE　DEATH　EATERS
　　Voldemort　looked　away　from　Harry　and　began　examining　his　own　body。　His　hands　were　like　large；　pale　spiders；　his　long　white　fingers　caressed　his　own　chest；　his　arms；　his　face；　the　red　eyes；　whose　pupils　were　slits；　like　a　cats；　gleamed　still　more　brightly　through　the　darkness。　He　held　up　his　hands　and　flexed　the　fingers；　his　expression　rapt　and　exultant。　He　took　not　the　slightest　notice　of　Wormtail；　who　lay　twitching　and　bleeding　on　the　ground；　nor　of　the　great　snake；　which　had　slithered　back　into　sight　and　was　circling　Harry　again；　hissing。　Voldemort　slipped　one　of　those　unnaturally　long…fingered　hands　into　a　deep　pocket　and　drew　out　a　wand。　He　caressed　it　gently　too；　and　then　he　raised　it；　and　pointe