3.harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban-第5部分

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ge's　glass。　〃You；　boy；〃　he　snarled　at　Harry。　〃Go　to　bed；　go　on　〃
　　〃No；　Vernon；〃　hiccuped　Aunt　Marge；　holding　up　a　hand；　her　tiny　bloodshot　eyes　fixed　on　Harry's。　〃Go　on；　boy；　go　on。　Proud　of　your　parents；　are　you？　They　go　and　get　themselves　killed　in　a　car　crash　（drunk；　I　expect）　〃
　　'They　didn't　die　in　a　car　crash！〃　said　Harry；　who　found　himself　on　his　feet。
　　〃They　died　in　a　car　crash；　you　nasty　little　liar；　and　left　you　to　be　a　burden　on　their　decent；　hardworking　relatives！〃　screamed　Aunt　Marge；　swelling　with　fury。　〃You　are　an　insolent；　ungrateful　little　〃
　　But　Aunt　Marge　suddenly　stopped　speaking。　For　a　moment；　it　looked　as　though　words　had　failed　her。　She　seemed　to　be　swelling　with　inexpressible　anger　　but　the　swelling　didn't　stop。　Her　great　red　face　started　to　expand；　her　tiny　eyes　bulged；　and　her　mouth　stretched　too　tightly　for　speech　　next　second；　several　buttons　had　just　burst　from　her　tweed　jacket　and　pinged　off　the　walls　　she　was　inflating　like　a　monstrous　balloon；　her　stomach　bursting　free　of　her　tweed　waistband；　each　of　her　fingers　blowing　up　like　a　salami　
　　〃MARGE！〃　yelled　Uncle　Vernon　and　Aunt　Petunia　together　as　Aunt　Marge's　whole　body　began　to　rise　off　her　chair　toward　the　ceiling。　She　was　entirely　round；　now；　like　a　vast　life　buoy　with　piggy　eyes；　and　her　hands　and　feet　stuck　out　weirdly　as　she　drifted　up　into　the　air；　making　apoplectic　popping　noises。　Ripper　came　skidding　into　the　room；　barking　madly。
　　〃NOOOOOOO！〃
　　Uncle　Vernon　seized　one　of　Marge's　feet　and　tried　to　pull　her　down　again；　but　was　almost　lifted　from　the　floor　himself。　A　second　later；　Ripper　leapt　forward　and　sank　his　teeth　into　Uncle　Vernon's　leg。
　　Harry　tore　from　the　dining　room　before　anyone　could　stop　him；　heading　for　the　cupboard　under　the　stairs。　The　cupboard　door　burst　magically　open　as　he　reached　it。　In　seconds；　he　had　heaved　his　trunk　to　the　front　door。　He　sprinted　upstairs　and　threw　himself　under　the　bed；　wrenching　up　the　loose　floorboard；　and　grabbed　the　pillowcase　full　of　his　books　and　birthday　presents。　He　wriggled　out；　seized　Hedwig's　empty　cage；　and　dashed　back　downstairs　to　his　trunk；　just　as　Uncle　Vernon　burst　out　of　the　dining　room；　his　trouser　leg　in　bloody　tatters。
　　〃E　BACK　IN　HERE！〃　he　bellowed。　〃E　BACK　AND　PUT　HER　RIGHT！〃
　　But　a　reckless　rage　had　e　over　Harry。　He　kicked　his　trunk　open；　pulled　out　his　wand；　and　pointed　it　at　Uncle　Vernon。
　　〃She　deserved　it；〃　Harry　said；　breathing　very　fast。　〃She　deserved　what　she　got。　You　keep　away　from　me。〃
　　He　fumbled　behind　him　for　the　latch　on　the　door。
　　〃I'm　going；〃　Harry　said。　〃I've　had　enough。〃
　　And　in　the　next　moment；　he　was　out　in　the　dark；　quiet　street；　heaving　his　heavy　trunk　behind　him；　Hedwig's　cage　under　his　arm。
　　CHAPTER　THREE
　　THE　KNIGHT　BUS
　　Harry　was　several　streets　away　before　he　collapsed　onto　a　low　wall　in　Magnolia　Crescent；　panting　from　the　effort　of　dragging　his　trunk。　He　sat　quite　still；　anger　still　surging　through　him；　listening　to　the　frantic　thumping　of　his　heart。
　　But　after　ten　minutes　alone　in　the　dark　street；　a　new　emotion　overtook　him：　panic。　Whichever　way　he　looked　at　it；　he　had　never　been　in　a　worse　fix。　He　was　stranded；　quite　alone；　in　the　dark　Muggle　world；　with　absolutely　nowhere　to　go。　And　the　worst　of　it　was；　he　had　just　done　serious　magic；　which　meant　that　he　was　almost　certainly　expelled　from　Hogwarts。　He　had　broken　the　Decree　for　the　Restriction　of　Underage　Wizardry　so　badly；　he　was　surprised　Ministry　of　Magic　representatives　weren't　swooping　down　on　him　where　he　sat。
　　Harry　shivered　and　looked　up　and　down　Magnolia　Crescent。
　　What；　was　going　to　happen　to　him？　Would　he　be　arrested；　or　would　he　simply　be　outlawed　from　the　wizarding　world？　He　thought　of　Ron　and　Hermione；　and　his　heart　sank　even　lower。　Harry　was　sure　that；　criminal　or　not；　Ron　and　Hermione　would　want　to　help　him　now；　but　they　were　both　abroad；　and　with　Hedwig　gone；　he　had　no　means　of　contacting　them。
　　He　didn't　have　any　Muggle　money；　either。　There　was　a　little　wizard　gold　in　the　money　bag　at　the　bottom　of　his　trunk；　but　the　rest　of　the　fortune　his　parents　had　left　him　was　stored　in　a　vault　at　Gringotts　Wizarding　Bank　in　London。　He'd　never　be　able　to　drag　his　trunk　all　the　way　to　London。　Unless。。。
　　He　looked　down　at　his　wand；　which　he　was　still　clutching　in　his　hand。　If　he　was　already　expelled　（his　heart　was。　now　thumping　painfully　fast）；　a　bit　more　magic　couldn't　hurt。　He　had　the　Invisibility　Cloak　he　had　inherited　from　his　father　　what　if　he　bewitched　the　trunk　to　make　it　feather…light；　tied　it　to　his　broomstick；　covered　himself　in　the　cloak；　and　flew　to　London？　Then　he　could　get　the　rest　of　his　money　out　of　his　vault　and。。。　begin　his　life　as　an　outcast。　It　was　a　horrible　prospect；　but　he　couldn't　sit　on　this　wall　forever；　or　he'd　find　himself　trying　to　explain　to　Muggle　police　why　he　was　out　in　the　dead　of　night　with　a　trunkful　of　spellbooks　and　a　broomstick。
　　Harry　opened　his　trunk　again　and　pushed　the　contents　aside；　looking　for　the　Invisibility　Cloak　…　but　before　he　had　found　it；　he　straightened　up　suddenly；　looking　around　him　once　more。
　　A　funny　prickling　on　the　back　of　his　neck　had　made　Harry　feel　he　was　being　watched；　but　the　street　appeared　to　be　deserted；　and　no　lights　shone　from　any　of　the　large　square　houses。
　　He　bent　over　his　trunk　again；　but　almost　immediately　stood　up　once　more；　his　hand　clenched　on　his　wand。　He　had　sensed　rather　than　heard　it：　someone　or　something　was　standing　in　the　narrow　gap　between　the　garage　and　the　fence　behind　him。　Harry　squinted　at　the　black　alleyway。　If　only　it　would　move；　then　he'd　know　whether　it　was　just　a　stray　cat　or　　something　else。
　　〃Lumos；〃　Harry　muttered；　and　a　light　appeared　at　the　end　of　his　wand；　almost　dazzling　him。　He　held　it　high　over　his　head；　and　the　pebble…dashed　walls　of　number　two　suddenly　sparkled；　the　garage　door　gleamed；　and　between　them　Harry　saw；　quite　distinctly；　the　hulking　outline　of　something　very　big；　with　wide；　gleaming　eyes。
　　Harry　stepped　backward。　His　legs　hit　his　trunk　and　he　tripped。　His　wand　flew　out　of　his　hand　as　he　flung　out　an　arm　to　break　his　fall；　and　he　landed；　hard；　in　the　gutter　
　　There　was　a　deafening　BANG；　and　Harry　threw　up　his　hands　to　shield　his　eyes　against　a　sudden　blinding　light　
　　With　a　yell；　he　rolled　back　onto　the　pavement；　just　in　time。　A　second　later；　a　gigantic　pair　of　wheels　and　headlights　screeched　to　a　halt　exactly　where　Harry　had　just　been　lying。　They　belonged；　as　Harry　saw　when　he　raised　his　head；　to　a　triple…decker；　violently　purple　bus；　which　had　appeared　out　of　thin　air。　Gold　lettering　over　the　windshield　spelled　The　Knight　Bus。
　　For　a　Split　second；　Harry　wondered　if　he　had　been　knocked　silly　by　his　fall。　Then　a　conductor　in　a　purple　uniform　leapt　out　of　the　bus　and　began　to　speak　loudly　to　the　night。
　　〃Wele　to　the　Knight　Bus；　emergency　transport　for　the　stranded　witch　or　wizard。　just　stick　out　your　wand　hand；　step　on　board）　and　we　can　take　you　anywhere　you　want　to　go。　My　name　is　Stan　Shunpike；　and　I　will　be　your　conductor　this　eve　〃
　　The　conductor　stopped　abruptly。　He　had　just　caught　sight　of　〃Harry；　who　was　still　sitting　on　the　ground。　Harry　snatched　up　his　wand　again　and　scrambled　to　his　feet。　Close　up；　he　saw　that　Stan　Shunpike　was　only　a　few　years　older　than　he　was；　eighteen　or　nineteen　at　most；　with　large；　protruding　ears　and　quite　a　few　pimples。
　　〃What　were　you　doin'　down　there？〃　said　Stan；　dropping　his　professional　manner。
　　〃Fell　over；〃　said　Harry。
　　〃'Choo　fall　over　for？〃　sniggered　Stan。
　　〃I　didn't　do　it　on　purpose；〃　said　Harry；　annoyed。　One　of　the　knees　in　his　jeans　was　torn；　and　the　hand　he　had　thrown　out　to　break　his　fall　was　bleeding。　He　suddenly　remembered　why　he　had　fallen　over　and　turned　around　quickly　to　stare　at　the　alleyway　between　the　garage　and　fence。　The　Knight　Bus's　headlamps　were　flooding　it　with　light；　and　it　was　empty。
　　〃'Choo　lookin'　at？〃　said　Stan。
　　〃There　was　a　big　black　thing；〃　said　Harry；　pointing　uncertainly　into　the　gap。　〃Like　a　dog。。。　but　massive。。。〃
　　He　looked　a…round　at　Stan；　whose　mouth　was　slightly　open。　With　a　feeling　of　unease；　Harry　saw　Stan's　eyes　move　to　the　scar　on　Harry's　forehead。
　　〃Woss　that　on　your　'ead？〃　said　Stan　abruptly。
　　〃Nothing；〃　said　Harry　quickly；　flattening　his　hair　over　his　scar。　If　the　Ministry　of　Magic　was　looking　for　him；　he　didn't　want　to　make　it　too　easy　for　them。
　　〃Woss　your　name？〃　Stan　persisted。
　　〃Neville　Longbottom；〃　said　Harry；　saying　the　first　name　that　came　into　his　head。　〃So　　so　this　bus；〃　he　went　on　quickly；　hoping　to　distract　Stan；　〃did　you　say　it　goes　anywhere？〃
　　〃Yep；〃　said　Stan　proudly；　〃anywhere　you　like；　long's　it's　on　land。　Can't　do　nuffink　underwater。　'Ere；〃　he　said；　looking　suspicious　again；　；You　did　flag　us　down；　dincha？　Stuck　out　your　wand　'and；　dincha？〃
　　〃Yes；〃　said　Harry　quickly。　〃Listen；　how　much　would　it　be　to　get　to　London？〃
　　〃Eleven　Sickles；〃　said　Stan；　〃but　for　fifteen　you　get　'or　chocolate；　and　for　fifteen　you　get　an　'ot　water　bottle　an'　a　toofbrush　in　the　color　of　your　choice。〃
　　Harry　rummaged　once　more　in　his　trunk；　extracted　his　money　bag；　and　shoved　some　gold　into　Stan's　hand。　He　and　Stan　then　lifted　his　trunk；　with　Hedwig's　cage　balanced　on　top；　up　the　steps　of　the　bus。
　　There　were　no　seats；　instead；　half　a　dozen　brass　bedsteads　stood　beside　the　curtained　windows。　Candles　were　burning　in　brackets　beside　each　bed；　illuminating　the　wood…paneled　walls。　A　tiny　wizard　in　a　nightcap　at　the　rear　of　the　bus　muttered；　〃Not　now；　thanks；　I'm　pickling　some　slugs〃　and　rolled　over　in　his　sleep。
　　〃You　'ave　this　one；〃　Stan　whispered；　shoving　Harry's　trunk　under　the　bed　right　behind　the　driver；　who　was　sitting　in　an　armchair　in　front　of　the　steering　wheel。　〃This　is　our　driver；　Ernie　Prang。　This　；is　Neville　Longbottom；　Ern。　〃
　　Ernie　Prang；　an　elderly　wizard　wearing　very　thick　glasses；　nodded　to　Harry；　who　nervously　flattened　his　bangs　again　and　sat　down　on　his　bed。
　　〃Take　'er　away；　Ern；〃　said　Stan；　sitting　down　in　the　armchair　next　to　Ernie's。
　　There　was　another　tremendous　BANG；　and　the　next　moment　Harry　found　himself　flat　on　his　bed；　thrown　backward　by　the　speed　of　the　Knight　Bus。　Pulling　himself　up；　Harry　stared　ou