哈利波特7__哈利波特与死圣英文版-第51部分

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〃　said　Hermione；　〃let's　go。〃　But　when　Hermione　moved；　Bathilda　shook　her　head　with　surprising　vigor；　once　more　pointing　first　at　Harry；　then　to　herself。　〃She　wants　me　to　go　with　her；　alone。〃　〃Why？〃　asked　Hermione；　and　her　voice　rang　out　sharp　and　clear　in　the　candlelit　room；　the　old　lady　shook　her　head　a　little　at　the　loud　noise。　〃Maybe　Dumbledore　told　her　to　give　the　sword　to　me；　and　only　to　me？〃　〃Do　you　really　think　she　knows　who　you　are？〃　〃Yes；〃　said　Harry；　looking　down　into　the　milky　eyes　fixed　upon　his　own。　〃I　think　she　does。〃　〃Well；　okay　then；　but　be　quick；　Harry。〃　〃Lead　the　way；〃　Harry　told　Bathilda。　She　seemed　to　understand；　because　she　shuffled　around　him　toward　the　door。　Harry　glanced　back　at　Hermione　with　a　reassuring　smile；　but　he　was　not　sure　she　had　seen　it；　she　stood　hugging　herself　in　the　midst　of　the　candlelit　squalor；　looking　toward　the　bookcase。　As　Harry　walked　out　of　the　room；　unseen　by　both　Hermione　and　Bathilda；　he　slipped　the　silver…framed　photograph　of　the　unknown　thief　inside　his　jacket。　The　stairs　were　steep　and　narrow；　Harry　was　half　tempted　to　place　his　hands　on　stout　Bathilda's　backside　to　ensure　that　she　did　not　topple　over　backward　on　top　of　him；　which　seemed　only　too　likely。　Slowly；　wheezing　a　little；　she　climbed　to　the　upper　landing；　turned　immediately　right；　and　led　him　into　a　low…ceilinged　bedroom。　It　was　pitch…black　and　smelled　horrible：　Harry　had　just　made　out　a　chamber　pot　protruding　from　under　the　bed　before　Bathilda　closed　the　door　and　even　that　was　swallowed　by　the　darkness。　〃Lumos；〃　said　Harry；　and　his　wand　ignited。　He　gave　a　start：　Bathilda　had　moved　close　to　him　in　those　few　seconds　of　darkness；　and　he　had　not　heard　her　approach。　〃You　are　Potter？〃　she　whispered。
〃Yes；　I　am。〃　She　nodded　slowly；　solemnly。　Harry　felt　the　Horcrux　beating　fast；　faster　than　his　own　heart；　It　was　an　unpleasant；　agitating　sensation。　〃Have　you　got　anything　for　me？〃　Harry　asked；　but　she　seemed　distracted　by　his　lit　wand…tip。　〃Have　you　got　anything　for　me？〃　he　repeated。　Then　she　closed　her　eyes　and　several　things　happened　at　once：　Harry's　scar　prickled　painfully；　the　Horcrux　twitched　so　that　the　front　of　his　sweater　actually　moved；　the　dark；　fetid　room　dissolved　momentarily。　He　felt　a　leap　of　joy　and　spoke　in　a　high；　cold　voice：　Hold　him！　Harry　swayed　where　he　stood：　The　dark；　foul…smelling　room　seemed　to　close　around　him　again；　he　did　not　know　what　had　just　happened。　〃Have　you　got　anything　for　me？〃　he　asked　for　a　third　time；　much　louder。　〃Over　here；〃　she　whispered；　pointing　to　the　corner。　Harry　raised　his　wand　and　saw　the　outline　of　a　cluttered　dressing　table　beneath　the　curtained　window。　This　time　she　did　not　lead　him。　Harry　edged　between　her　and　the　unmade　bed；　his　wand　raised。　He　did　not　want　to　look　away　from　her。　〃What　is　it？〃　he　asked　as　he　reached　the　dressing　table；　which　was　heaped　high　with　what　looked　and　smelled　like　dirty　laundry。　〃There；〃　she　said；　pointing　at　the　shapeless　mass。　And　in　the　instant　that　he　looked　away；　his　eyes　taking　the　tangled　mess　for　a　sword　hilt；　a　ruby；　she　moved　weirdly：　He　saw　it　out　of　the　corner　of　his　eye；　panic　made　him　turn　and　horror　paralyzed　him　as　he　saw　the　old　body　collapsing　and　the　great　snake　pouring　from　the　place　where　her　neck　had　been。　The　snake　struck　as　he　raised　his　wand：　The　force　of　the　bite　to　his　forearm　sent　the　wand　spinning　up　toward　the　ceiling；　its　light　swung　dizzyingly　around　the　room　and　was　extinguished；　Then　a　powerful　blow　from　the　tail　to　his　midriff　knocked　the　breath　out　of　him：　He　fell　backward　onto　the　dressing　table；　into　the　mound　of　filthy　clothing　a150a150　He　rolled　sideways；　narrowly　avoiding　the　snake's　tail；　which　thrashed　down　upon　the　table　where　he　had　been　a　second　earlier。　Fragments　of　the　glass　surface　rained　upon　him　as　he　hit　the　floor。　From　below　he　heard　Hermione　call；　〃Harry？〃
He　could　not　get　enough　breath　into　his　lungs　to　call　back：　Then　a　heavy　smooth　mass　smashed　him　to　the　floor　and　he　felt　it　slide　over　him；　powerful；　muscular　a150a150　〃No！〃　he　gasped；　pinned　to　the　floor。　〃Yes；〃　whispered　the　voice。　〃Yesss。。。　hold　you　。。。　hold　you　。。。〃　〃Accio　。。。　Accio　Wand　。。。〃　But　nothing　happened　and　he　needed　his　hands　to　try　to　force　the　snake　from　him　as　it　coiled　itself　around　his　torso；　squeezing　the　air　from　him；　pressing　the　Horcrux　hard　into　his　chest；　a　circle　of　ice　that　throbbed　with　life；　inches　from　his　own　frantic　heart；　and　his　brain　was　flooding　with　cold；　white　light；　all　thought　obliterated；　his　own　breath　drowned；　distant　footsteps；　everything　going。。。　A　metal　heart　was　banging　outside　his　chest；　and　now　he　was　flying；　flying　with　triumph　in　his　heart；　without　need　of　broomstick　or　thestral。。。　He　was　abruptly　awake　in　the　sour…smelling　darkness；　Nagini　had　released　him。　He　scrambled　up　and　saw　the　snake　outlined　against　the　landing　light：　It　struck；　and　Hermione　dived　aside　with　a　shriek；　her　deflected　curse　hit　the　curtained　window；　which　shattered。　Frozen　air　filled　the　room　as　Harry　ducked　to　avoid　another　shower　of　broken　glass　and　his　foot　slipped　on　a　pencil…like　something　a150a150　his　wand　a150a150　He　bent　and　snatched　it　up；　but　now　the　room　was　full　of　the　snake；　its　tail　thrashing；　Hermione　was　nowhere　to　be　seen　and　for　a　moment　Harry　thought　the　worst；　but　then　there　was　a　loud　bang　and　a　flash　of　red　light；　and　the　snake　flew　into　the　air；　smacking　Harry　hard　in　the　face　as　it　went；　coil　after　heavy　coil　rising　up　to　the　ceiling。　Harry　raised　his　wand；　but　as　he　did　so；　his　scar　seared　more　painfully；　more　powerfully　than　it　had　done　in　years。　〃He's　coming！　Hermione；　he's　coming！〃　As　he　yelled　the　snake　fell；　hissing　wildly。　Everything　was　chaos：　It　smashed　shelves　from　the　wall；　and　splintered　china　flew　everywhere　as　Harry　jumped　over　the　bed　and　seized　the　dark　shape　he　knew　to　be　Hermione　a150a150　She　shrieked　with　pain　as　he　pulled　her　back　across　the　bed：　The　snake　reared　again；　but　Harry　knew　that　worse　than　the　snake　was　coming；　was　perhaps　already　at　the　gate；　his　head　was　going　to　split　open　with　the　pain　from　his　scar　a150a150　The　snake　lunged　as　he　took　a　running　leap；　dragging　Hermione　with　him；　as　it　struck；　Hermione　screamed；　〃Confringo！〃　and　her　spell　flew　around　the　room；　exploding　the　wardrobe　mirror　and　ricocheting　back　at　them；　bouncing　from　floor　to　ceiling；　Harry　felt　the　heat　of　it　sear　the　back　of　his　hand。　Glass　cut　his　cheek　as；　pulling　Hermione　with　him；　he　leapt　from　bed　to　broken　dressing　table　and　then　straight　out　of　the　smashed　window
into　nothingness；　her　scream　reverberating　through　the　night　as　they　twisted　in　midair　。。。　And　then　his　scar　burst　open　and　he　was　Voldemort　and　he　was　running　across　the　fetid　bedroom；　his　long　white　hands　clutching　at　the　windowsill　as　he　glimpsed　the　bald　man　and　the　little　woman　twist　and　vanish；　and　he　screamed　with　rage；　a　scream　that　mingled　with　the　girl's；　that　echoed　across　the　dark　gardens　over　the　church　bells　ringing　in　Christmas　Day。。。　And　his　scream　was　Harry's　scream；　his　pain　was　Harry's　pain。。。　that　it　could　happen　here；　where　it　had　happened　before。。。　here；　within　sight　of　that　house　where　he　had　come　so　close　to　knowing　what　it　was　to　die　。。。　to　die　。。。　the　pain　was　so　terrible　。。。　ripped　from　his　body　。。。　But　if　he　had　no　body；　why　did　his　head　hurt　so　badly；　if　he　was　dead；　how　cold　he　feel　so　unbearably；　didn't　pain　cease　with　death；　didn't　it　go　。。。　The　night　wet　and　windy；　two　children　dressed　as　pumpkins　waddling　across　the　square　and　the　shop　windows　covered　in　paper　spiders；　all　the　tawdry　Muggle　trappings　of　a　world　in　which　they　did　not　believe　。。。　And　he　was　gliding　along；　that　sense　of　purpose　and　power　and　rightness　in　him　that　he　always　knew　on　these　occasions　。。。　Not　anger　。。。　that　was　for　weaker　souls　than　he　。。。　but　triumph；　yes　。。。　He　had　waited　for　this；　he　had　hoped　for　it　。。。　〃Nice　costume；　mister！〃　He　saw　the　small　boy's　smile　falter　as　he　ran　near　enough　to　see　beneath　the　hood　of　the　cloak；　saw　the　fear　cloud　his　pained　face：　Then　the　child　turned　and　ran　away　。。。　Beneath　the　robe　he　fingered　the　handle　of　his　wand　。。。　One　simple　movement　and　the　child　would　never　reach　his　mother　。。。　but　unnecessary；　quite　unnecessary　。。。　And　along　a　new　and　darker　street　he　moved；　and　now　his　destination　was　in　sight　at　last；　the　Fidelius　Charm　broken；　though　they　did　not　know　it　yet　。。。　And　he　made　less　noise　than　the　dead　leaves　slithering　along　the　pavement　as　he　drew　level　with　the　dark　hedge；　and　steered　over　it　。。。　They　had　not　drawn　the　curtains；　he　saw　them　quite　clearly　in　their　little　sitting　room；　the　tall　black…haired　man　in　his　glasses；　making　puffs　of　colored　smoke　erupt　from　his　wand　for　the　amusement　of　the　small　black…haired　boy　in　his　blue　pajamas。　The　child　was　laughing　and　trying　to　catch　the　smoke；　to　grab　it　in　his　small　fist　。。。　A　door　opened　and　the　mother　entered；　saying　words　he　cold　not　hear；　her　long　dark…red　hair　falling　over　her　face。　Now　the　father　scooped　up　the　son　and　handed　him　to　the　mother。　He　threw　his　wand　down　upon　the　sofa　and　stretched；　yawning。。。　The　gate　creaked　a　little　as　he　pushed　it　open；　but　James　Potter　did　not　hear。　His　white　hand　pulled　out　the　wand　beneath　his　cloak　and　pointed　it　at　the　door；　which　burst　open。。。　He　was　over　the　threshold　as　James　came　sprinting　into　the　hall。　It　was　easy；　too　easy；　he
had　not　even　picked　up　his　wand　。。。　〃Lily；　take　Harry　and　go！　It's　him！　Go！　Run！　I'll　hold　him　off！〃　Hold　him　off；　without　a　wand　in　his　hand！　。。。　He　laughed　before　casting　the　curse　。。。　〃Avada　Kedavra！〃　The　green　light　filled　the　cramped　hallway；　it　lit　the　pram　pushed　against　the　wall；　it　made　the　banisters　glow　like　lighting　rods；　and　James　Potter　fell　like　a　marionette　whose　strings　were　cut　。。。　He　could　hear　her　screaming　from　the　upper　floor；　trapped；　but　as　long　as　she　was　sensible；　she；　at　least；　had　nothing　to　fear　。。。　He　climbed　the　steps；　listening　with　faint　amusement　to　her　attempts　to　barricade　herself　in　。。。　She　had　no　wand　upon　her　either　。。。　How　stupid　they　were；　and　how　trusting；　thinking　that　their　safety　lay　in　friends；　that　weapons　could　be　discarded　even　for　moments。。。　He　forced　the　door　open；　cast　aside　the　chair　and　boxes　hastily　piled　against　it　with　one　lazy　wave　of　his　wand　。。。　and　there　she　stood；　the　child　in　her　arms。