哈利波特7__哈利波特与死圣英文版-第26部分

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；　her　curtains　flying　open；　the　gray　figure　was　gliding　toward　them；　faster　and　faster；
its　waist…length　hair　and　beard　streaming　behind　it；　its　face　sunken；　fleshless；　with　empty　eye　sockets：　Horribly　familiar；　dreadfully　altered；　it　raised　a　wasted　arm；　pointing　at　Harry。
〃No！〃　Harry　shouted；　and　though　he　had　raised　his　wand　no　spell　occurred　to　him。　〃No！　It　wasn't　us！　We　didn't　kill　you　…〃
On　the　word　ikilli；　the　figure　exploded　in　a　great　cloud　of　dust：　Coughing；　his　eyes　watering；　Harry　looked　around　to　see　Hermione　crouched　on　the　floor　by　the　door　with　her　arms　over　her　head；　and　Ron；　who　was　shaking　from　head　to　foot；　patting　her　clumsily　on　the　shoulder　and　saying；　〃It's　all　r…right。　。　。　。　It's　g…gone。　。　。　。〃
Dust　swirled　around　Harry　like　mist；　catching　the　blue　gaslight；　as　Mrs。　Black　continued　to　scream。
〃iMudbloods；　filth；　stains　of　dishonor；　taint　of　shame　on　the　house　of　my　fathersi　…〃
〃SHUT　UP！〃　Harry　bellowed；　directing　his　wand　at　her；　and　with　a　bang　and　a　burst　of　red　sparks；　the　curtains　swung　shut　again；　silencing　her。
〃That　。　。　。　that　was　。　。　。　〃　Hermione　whimpered；　as　Ron　helped　her　to　her　feet。
〃Yeah；〃　said　Harry；　〃but　it　wasn't　really　him；　was　it？　Just　something　to　scare　Snape。〃　Had　it　worked；　Harry　wondered；　or　had　Snape　already　blasted　the　horror…figure　aside　as　casually　as　he　had　killed　the　real　Dumbledore？　Nerves　still　tingling；　he　led　the　other　two　up　the　hall；　half…expecting　some　new　terror　to　reveal　itself；　but　nothing　moved　except　for　a　mouse　skittering　along　the　skirting　board。
〃Before　we　go　any　farther；　I　think　we'd　better　check；〃　whispered　Hermione；　and　she　raised　her　wand　and　said；　〃iHomenum　revelio。i〃
Nothing　happened。
〃Well；　you've　just　had　a　big　shock；〃　said　Ron　kindly。　〃What　was　that　supposed　to　do？〃
〃It　did　what　I　meant　it　to　do！〃　said　Hermione　rather　crossly。　〃That　was　a　spell　to　reveal　human　presence；　and　there's　nobody　here　except　us！〃　〃And　old　Dusty；〃　said　Ron；　glancing　at　the　patch　of　carpet　from　which　the　corpse…figure　had　risen。
〃Let's　go　up；〃　said　Hermione　with　a　frightened　look　at　the　same　spot；　and　she　led　the　way　up　the　creaking　stairs　to　the　drawing　room　on　the　first　floor。
Hermione　waved　her　wand　to　ignite　the　old　gas　lamps；　then；　shivering　slightly　in　the　drafty　room；　she　perched　on　the　sofa；　her　arms　wrapped　tightly　around　her。　Ron　crossed　to　the　window　and　moved　the　heavy　velvet　curtains　aside　an　inch。
〃Can't　see　anyone　out　there；〃　he　reported。　〃And　you'd　think；　if　Harry　still　had　a　Trace　on　him；　they'd　have　followed　us　here。　I　know　they　can't　get　in　the　house；　but　…　what's　up；　Harry？〃
Harry　had　given　a　cry　of　pain：　His　scar　had　burned　against　as　something　flashed　across　his　mind　like　a　bright　light　on　water。　He　saw　a　large　shadow　and　felt　a　fury　that　was　not　his　own　pound　through　his　body；　violent　and　brief　as　an　electric　shock。
〃What　did　you　see？〃　Ron　asked；　advancing　on　Harry。　〃Did　you　see　him　at　my　place？〃
〃No；　I　just　felt　anger　…　he's　really　angry　…〃
〃But　that　could　be　at　the　Burrow；〃　said　Ron　loudly。　〃What　else？　Didn't　you　see　anything？　Was　he　cursing　someone？〃
〃No；　I　just　felt　anger　…　I　couldn't　tell　…〃
Harry　felt　badgered；　confused；　and　Hermione　did　not　help　as　she　said　in　a　frightened　voice；　〃Your　scar；　again？　But　what's　going　on？　I　thought　that　connection　had　closed！〃
〃It　did；　for　a　while；〃　muttered　Harry；　his　scar　was　still　painful；　which　made　it　hard　to　concentrate。　〃I　…　I　think　it's　started　opening　again　whenever　he　loses　control；　that's　how　it　used　to　…〃
〃But　then　you've　got　to　close　your　mind！〃　said　Hermione　shrilly。　〃Harry；　Dumbledore　didn't　want　you　to　use　that　connection；　he　wanted　you　to　shut　it　down；　that's　why　you　were　supposed　to　use　Occlumency！　Otherwise　Voldemort　can　plant　false　images　in　your　mind；　remember　…〃
〃Yeah；　I　do　remember；　thanks；〃　said　Harry　through　gritted　teeth；　he　did　not　need　Hermione　to　tell　him　that　Voldemort　had　once　used　this　selfsame　connection　between　them　to　lead　him　into　a　trap；　nor　that　it　had　resulted　in　Sirius's　death。　He　wished　that　he　had　not　told　them　what　he　had　seen　and　felt；　it　made　Voldemort　more　threatening；　as　though　he　were　pressing　against　the　window　of　the　room；　and　still　the　pain　in　his　scar　was　building　and　he　fought　it：　It　was　like　resisting　the　urge　to　be　sick。
He　turned　his　back　on　Ron　and　Hermione；　pretending　to　examine　the　old　tapestry　of　the　Black　family　tree　on　the　wall。　Then　Hermione　shrieked：　Harry　drew　his　wand　again　and　spun　around　to　see　a　silver　Patronus　soar　through　the　drawing　room　window　and　land　upon　the　floor　in　front　of　them；　where　it　solidified　into　the　weasel　that　spoke　with　the　voice　of　Ron's　father。
〃iFamily　safe；　do　not　reply；　we　are　being　watched。i〃
The　Patronus　dissolved　into　nothingness。　Ron　let　out　a　noise　between　a　whimper　and　a　groan　and　dropped　onto　the　sofa：　Hermione　joined　him；　gripping　his　arm。
〃They're　all　right；　they're　all　right！〃　she　whispered；　and　Ron　half　laughed　and　hugged　her。
〃Harry；〃　he　said　over　Hermione's　shoulder；　〃I　…〃
〃It's　not　a　problem；〃　said　Harry；　sickened　by　the　pain　in　his　head。　〃It's　your　family；　'course　you　were　worried。　I'd　feel　the　same　way。〃　He　thought　of　Ginny。　〃I　idoi　feel　the　same　way。〃
The　pain　in　his　scar　was　reaching　a　peak；　burning　as　it　had　back　in　the　garden　of　the　Burrow。　Faintly　he　heard　Hermione　say　〃I　don't　want　to　be　on　my　own。　Could　we　use　the　sleeping　bags　I've　brought　and　camp　in　here　tonight？〃
He　heard　Ron　agree。　He　could　not　fight　the　pain　much　longer。　He　had　to　succumb。
〃Bathroom；〃　he　muttered；　and　he　left　the　room　as　fast　as　he　could　without　running。
He　barely　made　it：　Bolting　the　door　behind　him　with　trembling　hands；　he　grasped　his　pounding　head　and　fell　to　the　floor；　then　in　an　explosion　of　agony；　he　felt　the　rage　that　did　not　belong　to　him　possess　his　soul；　saw　a　long　room　lit　only　by　firelight；　and　the　giant　blond　Death　Eater　on　the　floor；　screaming　and　writhing；　and　a　slighter　figure　standing　over　him；　wand　outstretched；　while　Harry　spoke　in　a　high；　cold；　merciless　voice。
〃More；　Rowle；　or　shall　we　end　it　and　feed　you　to　Nagini？　Lord　Voldemort　is　not　sure　that　he　will　forgive　this　time。　。　。　。　You　called　me　back　for　this；　to　tell　me　that　Harry　Potter　has　escaped　again？　Draco；　give　Rowle　another　taste　of　our　displeasure。　。　。　。　Do　it；　or　feel　my　wrath　yourself！〃
A　log　fell　in　the　fire：　Flames　reared；　their　light　darting　across　a　terrified；　pointed　white　face　…　with　a　sense　of　emerging　from　deep　water；　Harry　drew　heaving　breaths　and　opened　his　eyes。
He　was　spread…eagled　on　the　cold　black　marble　floor；　his　nose　inches　from　one　of　the　silver　serpent　tails　that　supported　the　large　bathtub。　He　sat　up。　Malfoy's　gaunt；　petrified　face　seemed　burned　on　the　inside　of　his　eyes。　Harry　felt　sickened　by　what　he　had　seen；　by　the　use　to　which　Draco　was　now　being　put　by　Voldemort。
There　was　a　sharp　rap　on　the　door；　and　Harry　jumped　as　Hermione's　voice　rang　out。
〃Harry；　do　you　want　your　toothbrush？　I've　got　it　here。〃
〃Yeah；　great；　thanks；〃　he　said；　fighting　to　keep　his　voice　casual　as　he　stood　up　to　let　her　in。

pC0=〃Chapter　Ten：　Kreacher's　Tale〃
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Harry　woke　early　next　morning；　wrapped　in　a　sleeping　bag　on　the　drawing　room　floor。　A　chink　of　sky　was　visible　between　the　heavy　curtains。　It　was　the　cool；　clear　blue　of　watered　ink；　somewhere　between　night　and　dawn；　and　everything　was　quiet　except　for　Ron　and　Hermione's　slow；　deep　breathing。　Harry　glanced　over　at　the　dark　shapes　they　made　on　the　floor　beside　him。　Ron　had　had　a　fit　of　gallantry　and　insisted　that　Hermione　sleep　on　the　cushions　from　the　sofa；　so　that　her　silhouette　was　raised　above　his。　Her　arm　curved　to　the　floor；　her　fingers　inches　from　Ron's。　Harry　wondered　whether　they　had　fallen　asleep　holding　hands。　The　idea　made　him　feel　strangely　lonely。
He　looked　up　at　the　shadowy　ceiling；　the　cobwebbed　chandelier。　Less　than　twenty…four　house　ago；　he　had　been　standing　in　the　sunlight　at　the　entrance　to　the　marquee；　waiting　to　show　in　wedding　guests。　It　seemed　a　lifetime　away。　What　was　going　to　happen　now？　He　lay　on　the　floor　and　he　thought　of　the　Horcruxes；　of　the　daunting　complex　mission　Dumbledore　had　left　hima133　Dumbledorea133
The　grief　that　had　possessed　him　since　Dumbledore's　death　felt　different　now。　The　accusations　he　had　heard　from　Muriel　at　the　wedding　seemed　to　have　nested　in　his　brain　like　diseased　things；　infecting　his　memories　of　the　wizard　he　had　idolized。　Could　Dumbledore　have　let　such　things　happen？　Had　he　been　like　Dudley；　content　to　watch　neglect　and　abuse　as　long　as　it　did　not　affect　him？　Could　he　have　turned　his　back　on　a　sister　who　was　being　imprisoned　and　hidden？
Harry　thought　of　Godric's　Hollow；　of　graves　Dumbledore　had　never　mentioned　there；　he　thought　of　mysterious　objects　left　without　explanation　in　Dumbledore's　will；　and　resentment　swelled　in　the　darkness。　Why　hadn't　Dumbledore　told　him？　Why　hadn't　he　explained？　Had　Dumbledore　actually　cared　about　Harry　at　all？　Or　had　Harry　been　nothing　more　than　a　tool　to　be　polished　and　honed；　but　not　trusted；　never　confided　in？
Harry　could　not　stand　lying　there　with　nothing　but　bitter　thoughts　for　company。　Desperate　for　something　to　do；　for　distraction；　he　slipped　out　of　his　sleeping　bad；　picked　up　his　wand；　and　crept　out　of　the　room。　On　the　landing　he　whispered；　i〃Lumos；〃i　and　started　to　climb　the　stairs　by　wandlight。
On　the　second　landing　was　the　bedroom　in　which　he　and　Ron　had　slept　last　time　they　had　been　here；　he　glanced　into　it。　The　wardrobe　doors　stood　open　and　the　bedclothes　had　been　ripped　back。　Harry　remembered　the　overturned　troll　leg　downstairs。　Somebody　had　searched　the　house　since　the　Order　had　left。　Snape？　Or　perhaps　Mundungus；　who　had　pilfered　plenty　from　this　house　both　before　and　after　Sirius　died？　Harry's　gaze　wandered　to　the　portrait　that　sometimes　contained　Phineas　Nigellus　Black；　Sirius's　great…great　grandfather；　but　it　was　empty；　showing　nothing　but　a　stretch　of　muddy　backdrop。　Phineas　Nigellus　was　evidently　spending　the　night　in　the　headmaster's　study　at　Hogwarts。
Harry　continued　up　the　stairs　until　he　reached　the　topmost　landing　where　there　were　only　two　doors。　The　one　facing　him　bore　a　nameplate　reading　Sirius。　Harry　had　never　entered　his　godfather's　bedroom　before。　He　pushed　open　the　door；　holding　his　wand　high　to　cas