哈利波特7__哈利波特与死圣英文版-第20部分

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and　insubordination？　You　may　wear　that　scar　like　a　crown；　Potter；　but　it　is　not　up　to　a　seventeen…year…old　boy　to　tell　me　how　to　do　my　job！　It's　time　you　learned　some　respect！〃
〃It's　time　you　earned　it。〃　said　Harry。
The　floor　trembled；　there　was　a　sound　of　running　footsteps；　then　the　door　to　the　sitting　room　burst　open　and　Mr。　and　Mrs。　Weasley　ran　in。
〃We　a150a150…　we　thought　we　heard　a150a150〃　began　Mr。　Weasley；　looking　thoroughly　alarmed　at　the　sight　of　Harry　and　the　Minister　virtually　nose　to　nose。
〃a151raised　voices；〃　panted　Mrs。　Weasley。
Scrimgeour　took　a　couple　of　steps　back　from　Harry；　glancing　at　the　hole　he　had　made　in　Harry's　T…shirt。　He　seemed　to　regret　his　loss　of　temper。
〃It　…　it　was　nothing；〃　he　growled。　〃I　a133　regret　your　attitude；〃　he　said；　looking　Harry　full　in　the　face　once　more。　〃You　seem　to　think　that　the　Ministry　does　not　desire　what　you　…　what　Dumbledore　…　desired。　We　ought　to　work　together。〃
〃I　don't　like　your　methods；　Minister；〃　said　Harry。　〃Remember？〃
For　the　second　time；　he　raised　his　right　fist　and　displayed　to　Scrimgeour　the　scar　that　still　showed　white　on　the　back　of　it；　spelling　iI　must　not　tell　liesi　。　Scrimgeour's　expression　hardened。　He　turned　away　without　another　word　and　limped　from　the　room。　Mrs。　Weasley　hurried　after　him；　Harry　heard　her　stop　at　the　back　door。　After　a　minute　or　so　she　called；　〃He's　gone！〃
What　did　he　want？〃　Mr。　Weasley　asked；　looking　around　at　Harry；　Ron；　and　Hermione　as　Mrs。　Weasley　came　hurrying　back　to　them。
〃To　give　us　what　Dumbledore　left　us；〃　said　Harry。　〃They've　only　just　released　the　content　of　his　will。〃
Outside　in　the　garden；　over　the　dinner　tables；　the　three　objects　Scrimgeour　had　given　them　were　passed　from　hand　to　hand。　Everyone　exclaimed　over　the　Deluminator　and　iThe　Tales　of　Beedle　the　Bardi　and　lamented　the　fact　that　Scrimgeour　had　refused　to　pass　on　the　sword；　but　none　of　them　could　offer　any　suggestion　as　to　why　Dumbledore　would　have　left　Harry　an　old　Snitch。　As　Mr。　Weasley　examined　the　Deluminator　for　the　third　of　fourth　time；　Mrs。　Weasley　said　tentatively；　〃Harry；　dear；　everyone's　awfully　hungry　we　didn't　like　to　start　without　youa133　Shall　I　serve　dinner　now？〃
They　all　ate　rather　hurriedly　and　then　after　a　hasty　chorus　of　〃Happy　Birthday〃　and　much　gulping　of　cake；　the　party　broke　up。　Hagrid；　who　was　invited　to　the　wedding　the　following　day；　but　was　far　too　bulky　to　sleep　in　the　overstretched　Burrow；　left　to　set　up　a　tent　for　himself　in　a　neighboring　field。
〃Meet　us　upstairs；〃　Harry　whispered　to　Hermione；　while　they　helped　Mrs。　Weasley　restore　the　garden　to　its　normal　state。　〃After　everyone's　gone　to　bed。〃
Up　in　the　attic　room；　Ron　examined　his　Deluminator；　and　Harry　filled　Hagrid's　mokeskin　purse；　not　with　gold；　but　with　those　items　he　most　prized；　apparently　worthless　though　some　of　them　were　the　Marauder's　Map；　the　shard　of　Sirius's　enchanted　mirror；　and　R。A。B。's　locket。　He　pulled　the　string　tight　and　slipped　the　purse　around　his　neck；　then　sat　holding　the　old　Snitch　and　watching　its　wings　flutter　feebly。　At　last；　Hermione　tapped　on　the　door　and　tiptoed　inside。
〃Muffiato；〃　she　whispered；　waving　her　wand　in　the　direction　of　the　stairs。
〃Thought　you　didn't　approve　of　that　spell？〃　said　Ron。
〃Times　change；〃　said　Hermione。　〃Now；　show　us　that　Deluminator。〃
Ron　obliged　at　once。　Holding　I　up　in　front　of　him；　he　clicked　it。　The　solitary　lamp　they　had　lit　went　out　at　once。
〃The　thing　is；〃　whispered　Hermione　through　the　dark；　〃we　could　have　achieved　that　with　Peruvian　Instant　Darkness　Powder。〃
There　was　a　small　iclicki；　and　the　ball　of　light　from　the　lamp　flew　back　to　the　ceiling　and　illuminated　them　all　once　more。
〃Still；　it's　cool；〃　said　Ron；　a　little　defensively。　〃And　from　what　they　said；　Dumbledore　invented　it　himself！〃
〃I　know　but；　surely　he　wouldn't　have　singled　you　out　in　his　will　just　to　help　us　turn　out　the　lights！〃
〃D'you　think　he　knew　the　Ministry　would　confiscate　his　will　and　examine　everything　he'd　left　us？〃　asked　Harry。
〃Definitely；〃　said　Hermione。　〃He　couldn't　tell　us　in　the　will　why　he　was　leaving　us　these　things；　but　that　will　doesn't　explaina133〃
〃a133　why　he　couldn't　have　given　us　a　hint　when　he　was　alive？〃　asked　Ron。
〃Well；　exactly；〃　said　Hermione；　now　flicking　through　iThe　Tales　of　Beedle　the　Bardi。　〃If　these　things　are　important　enough　to　pass　on　right　under　the　nose　of　the　Ministry；　you'd　think　he'd　have　left　us　know　whya133　unless　he　thought　it　was　obvious？〃
〃Thought　wrong；　then；　didn't　he？〃　said　Ron。　〃I　always　said　he　was　mental。　Brilliant　and　everything；　but　cracked。　Leaving　Harry　an　old　Snitch　…　what　the　hell　was　that　about？〃
〃I've　no　idea；〃　said　Hermione。　〃When　Scrimgeour　made　you　take　it；　Harry；　I　was　so　sure　that　something　was　going　to　happen！〃
〃Yeah；　well；〃　said　Harry；　his　pulse　quickened　as　he　raised　the　Snitch　in　his　fingers。　〃I　wasn't　going　to　try　too　hard　in　front　of　Scrimgeour　was　I？〃
〃What　do　you　mean？〃　asked　Hermione。
〃The　Snitch　I　caught　in　my　first　ever　Quidditch　match？〃　said　Harry。　〃Don't　you　remember？〃
Hermione　looked　simply　bemused。　Ron；　however；　gasped；　pointing　frantically　from　Harry　to　the　Snitch　and　back　again　until　he　found　his　voice。
〃That　was　the　one　you　nearly　swallowed！〃
〃Exactly；〃　said　Harry；　and　with　his　heart　beating　fast；　he　pressed　his　mouth　to　the　Snitch。
It　did　not　open。　Frustration　and　bitter　disappointment　welled　up　inside　him：　He　lowered　the　golden　sphere；　but　then　Hermione　cried　out。
〃Writing！　There's　writing　on　it；　quick；　look！〃　He　nearly　dropped　the　Snitch　in　surprise　and　excitement。　Hermione　was　quite　right。　Engraved　upon　the　smooth　golden　surface；　where　seconds　before　there　had　been　nothing；　were　five　words　written　in　the　thin；　slanted　handwriting　that　Harry　recognized　as　Dumbledore's
iI　open　at　the　close。i
He　had　barely　read　them　when　the　words　vanished　again。
〃I　open　at　the　closea133。〃　What's　that　supposed　to　mean？〃
Hermione　and　Ron　shook　their　heads；　looking　blank。
〃I　open　at　the　closea133　at　the　closea133　I　open　at　the　closea133〃
But　no　matter　how　often　they　repeated　the　words；　with　many　different　inflections；　they　were　unable　to　wring　any　more　meaning　from　them。
〃And　the　sword；〃　said　Ron　finally；　when　they　had　at　last　abandoned　their　attempts　to　divine　meaning　in　the　Snitch's　inscription。
〃Why　did　he　want　Harry　to　have　the　sword？〃
〃And　why　couldn't　he　just　have　told　me？〃　Harry　said　quietly。　〃I　was　itherei；　it　was　right　there　on　the　wall　of　his　office　during　all　our　talks　last　year！　If　he　wanted　me　to　have　it；　why　didn't　he　just　give　it　to　me　then？〃
He　felt　as　thought　he　were　sitting　in　an　examination　with　a　question　he　ought　to　have　been　able　to　answer　in　front　of　him；　his　brain　slow　and　unresponsive。　Was　there　something　he　had　missed　in　the　long　talks　with　Dumbledore　last　year？　Ought　he　to　know　what　it　all　meant？　Had　Dumbledore　expected　him　to　understand？
〃And　as　for　this　book。〃　Said　Hermione；　〃iThe　Tales　of　Beedle　the　Bardi　a133　I've　never　even　heard　of　them！〃
〃You've　never　heard　of　iThe　Tales　of　Beedle　the　Bardi？〃　said　Ron　incredulously。　〃You're　kidding；　right？〃
〃No；　I'm　not；〃　said　Hermione　in　surprise。　〃Do　you　know　them　then？〃
〃Well；　of　course　I　do！〃
Harry　looked　up；　diverted。　The　circumstance　of　Ron　having　read　a　book　that　Hermione　had　not　was　unprecedented。　Ron；　however；　looked　bemused　by　their　surprise。
〃Oh　come　on！　All　the　old　kids'　stories　are　supposed　to　be　Beedle's　aren't　they？　'The　Fountain　of　Fair　Fortune'　a133　'The　Wizard　and　the　Hopping　Pot'a133　'Babbitty　Rabbitty　and　her　Cackling　Stump'a133〃
〃Excuse　me？〃　said　Hermione　giggling。　〃What　was　the　last　one？〃
〃Come　off　it！〃　said　Ron；　looking　in　disbelief　from　Harry　to　Hermione。　〃You　must've　heard　of　Babbitty　Rabbitty　…〃
〃Ron；　you　know　full　well　Harry　and　I　were　brought　up　by　Muggles！〃　said　Hermione。　〃We　didn't　hear　stories　like　that　when　we　were　little；　we　heard　'Snow　White　and　the　Seven　Dwarves'　and　'Cinderella'　…〃
〃What's　that；　an　illness？〃　asked　Ron。
〃So　these　are　children's　stories？〃　asked　Hermione；　bending　against　over　the　runes。
〃Yeah。〃　Said　Ron　uncertainly。　〃I　mean；　just　what　you　hear；　you　know；　that　all　these　old　stories　came　from　Beedle。　I　dunno　what　they're　like　in　the　original　versions。〃
〃But　I　wonder　why　Dumbledore　thought　I　should　read　them？〃
Something　cracked　downstairs。
〃Probably　just　Charlie；　now　Mum's　asleep；　sneaking　off　to　regrow　his　hair；〃　said　Ron　nervously。
〃All　the　same；　we　should　get　to　bed；〃　whispered　Hermione。　〃It　wouldn't　do　to　oversleep　tomorrow。〃
〃No；〃　agreed　Ron。　〃A　brutal　triple　murder　by　the　bridegroom's　mother　might　put　a　bit　of　damper　on　the　wedding。　I'll　get　the　light。〃
And　he　clicked　the　Deluminator　once　more　as　Hermione　left　the　room。

pC0=〃Chapter　Eight：　The　Wedding〃
bChapter　Eight
iThe　Weddingib
Three　o'clock　on　the　following　afternoon　found　Harry；　Ron；　Fred　and　George　standing　outside　the　great　white　marquee　in　the　orchard；　awaiting　the　arrival　of　the　wedding　guests。　Harry　had　taken　a　large　dose　of　Polyjuice　Potion　and　was　now　the　double　of　a　redheaded　Muggle　boy　from　the　local　village；　Ottery　St。　Catchpole；　from　whom　Fred　had　stolen　hairs　using　a　Summoning　Charm。　The　plan　was　to　introduce　Harry　as　〃Cousin　Barny〃　and　trust　to　the　great　number　of　Weasley　relatives　to　camouflage　him。
All　four　of　them　were　clutching　seating　plans；　so　that　they　could　help　show　people　to　the　right　seats。　A　host　of　white…robed　waiters　had　arrived　an　hour　earlier；　along　with　a　golden　jacketed　band；　and　all　of　these　wizards　were　currently　sitting　a　short　distance　away　under　a　tree。　Harry　could　see　a　blue　haze　of　pipe　smoke　issuing　from　the　spot。　Behind　Harry；　the　entrance　to　the　marquee　revealed　rows　and　rows　of　fragile　golden　chairs　set　on　either　side　of　a　long　purple　carpet。　The　supporting　poles　were　entwined　with　white　and　gold　flowers。　Fred　and　George　had　fastened　an　enormous　bunch　of　golden　balloons　over　the　exact　point　where　Bill　and　Fleur　would　shortly　become　husband　and　wife。　Outside；　butterflies　and　bees　were　hovering　lazily　over　the　grass　and　hedgerow。　Harry　was　rather　uncomfortable。　The　Muggle　boy　whose　appearance　he　was　affecting　was　slightly　fatter　than　him　and　his　dress　robes　felt　hot　and　tight　in　the　full　glare　of　a　summer's　day。
〃When　I　get　married；〃　said　Fred；　tugging　at　the　collar　of　his　own　robes；　〃I　won'