哈利波特7__哈利波特与死圣英文版-第56部分

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　she　had　come　when　the　snake　attacked。。。。Yet　it　did　not　sound　like　her；　not　with　those　deep　coughs；　no　judging　by　the　weight　of　the　footsteps。。。。
Harry　had　no　strength　to　lift　his　head　and　see　his　savior's　identity。　All　he　could　do　was　raise　a　shaking　hand　to　his　throat　and　feel　the　place　where　the　locket　had　cut　tightly　into　his　flesh。　It　was　gone。　Someone　had　cut　him　free。　Then　a　panting　voice　spoke　from　over　his　head。
〃Are　a150a150　you　a150a150　imental？i〃
Nothing　but　the　shock　of　hearing　that　voice　could　have　given　Harry　the　strength　to　get　up。　Shivering　violently；　he　staggered　to　his　feet。　There　before　him　stood　Ron；　fully　dressed　but　drenched　to　the　skin；　his　hair　plastered　to　his　face；　the　sword　of　Gryffindor　in　one　hand　and　the　Horcrux　dangling　from　its　broken　chain　in　the　other。
〃Why　the　ihell；i〃　panted　Ron；　holding　up　the　Horcrux；　which　swung　backward　and　forward　on　its　shortened　chain　in　some　parody　of　hypnosis；　〃didn't　you　take　the　thing　off　before　you　dived？〃
Harry　could　not　answer。　The　silver　doe　was　nothing；　nothing　compared　with　Ron's　reappearance；　he　could　not　believe　it。　Shuddering　with　cold；　he　caught　up　the　pile　of　clothes　still　lying　at　the　water's　edge　and　began　to　pull　them　on。　As　he　dragged　sweater　after　sweater　over　his　head；　Harry　stared　at　Ron；　half　expecting　him　to　have　disappeared　every　time　he　lost　sight　of　him；　and　yet　he　had　to　be　real：　He　had　just　dived　into　the　pool；　he　had　saved　Harry's　life。
〃It　was　y…you？〃　Harry　said　at　last；　his　teeth　chattering；　his　voice　weaker　than　usual　due　to　his　near…strangulation。
〃Well；　yeah；〃　said　Ron；　looking　slightly　confused。
〃Y…you　cast　that　doe？〃
〃What？　No；　of　course　not！　I　thought　it　was　you　doing　it！〃
〃My　Patronus　is　a　stag。〃
〃Oh　yeah。　I　thought　it　looked　different。　No　antlers。〃
Harry　put　Hagrid's　pouch　back　around　his　neck；　pulled　on　a　final　sweater；　stooped　to　pick　up　Hermione's　wand；　and　faced　Ron　again。
〃How　come　you're　here？〃
Apparently　Ron　had　hoped　that　this　point　would　come　up　later；　if　at　all。
〃Well；　I've　a150a150　you　know　a150a150　I've　come　back。　If　a150a150〃　He　cleared　his　throat。　〃You　know。　You　still　want　me。〃
There　was　a　pause；　in　which　the　subject　of　Ron's　departure　seemed　to　rise　like　a　wall　between　them。　Yet　he　was　here。　He　had　returned。　He　had　just　saved　Harry's　life。
Ron　looked　down　at　his　hands。　He　seemed　momentarily　surprised　to　see　the　things　he　was　holding。
〃Oh　yeah；　I　got　it　out；〃　he　said；　rather　unnecessarily；　holding　up　the　sword　for　Harry's　inspection。　〃That's　why　you　jumped　in；　right？〃
〃Yeah；〃　said　Harry。　〃But　I　don't　understand。　How　did　you　get　here？　How　did　you　find　us？〃
〃Long　story；〃　said　Ron。　〃I've　been　looking　for　you　for　hours；　it's　a　big　forest；　isn't　it？　And　I　was　just　thinking　I'd　have　to　go　kip　under　a　tree　and　wait　for　morning　when　I　saw　that　dear　coming　and　you　following。〃
〃You　didn't　see　anyone　else？〃
〃No；〃　said　Ron。　〃I　a150a150〃
But　he　hesitated；　glancing　at　two　trees　growing　close　together　some　yards　away。
〃I　did　think　I　saw　something　move　over　there；　but　I　was　running　to　the　pool　at　the　time；　because　you'd　gone　in　and　you　hadn't　come　up；　so　I　wasn't　going　to　make　a　detour　to　a150a150　hey！〃
Harry　was　already　hurrying　to　the　place　that　Ron　had　indicated。　The　two　oaks　grew　close　together；　there　was　a　gap　of　only　a　few　inches　between　the　trunks　at　eye　level；　an　ideal　place　to　see　but　not　be　seen。　The　ground　around　the　roots；　however；　was　free　of　snow；　and　Harry　could　see　no　sign　of　footprints。　He　walked　back　to　where　Ron　stood　waiting；　still　holding　the　sword　and　the　Horcrux。
〃Anything　there？〃　Ron　asked。
〃No；〃　said　Harry。
〃So　how　did　the　sword　get　in　that　pool？〃
〃Whoever　cast　the　Patronus　must　have　put　it　there。〃
They　both　looked　at　the　ornate　silver　sword；　its　rubied　hilt　glinting　a　little　in　the　light　from　Hermione's　wand。
〃You　reckon　this　is　the　real　one？〃　asked　Ron。
〃One　way　to　find　out；　isn't　there？〃　said　Harry。
The　Horcrux　was　still　swinging　from　Ron's　hand。　The　locket　was　twitching　slightly。　Harry　knew　that　the　thing　inside　it　was　agitated　again。　It　had　sensed　the　presence　of　the　sword　and　had　tried　to　kill　Harry　rather　than　let　him　possess　it。　Now　was　not　the　time　for　long　discussions；　now　was　the　moment　to　destroy　once　and　for　all。　Harry　looked　around；　holding　Hermione's　wand　high；　and　saw　the　place：　a　flattish　rock　lying　in　the　shadow　of　a　sycamore　tree。
〃Come　here。〃　he　said　and　he　led　the　way；　brushed　snow　from　the　rock's　surface；　and　held　out　his　hand　for　the　Horcrux。　When　Ron　offered　the　sword；　however；　Harry　shook　his　head。
〃No　you　should　do　it。〃
〃Me？〃　said　Ron；　looking　shocked。　〃Why？〃
〃Because　you　got　the　sword　out　of　the　pool。　I　think　it's　supposed　to　be　you。〃
He　was　not　being　kind　or　generous。　As　certainly　as　he　had　known　that　the　doe　was　benign；　he　knew　that　Ron　had　to　be　the　one　to　wield　the　sword。　Dumbledore　had　at　least　taught　Harry　something　about　certain　kinds　of　magic；　of　the　incalculable　power　of　certain　acts。
〃I'm　going　to　open　it；〃　said　Harry；　〃and　you　will　stab　it。　Straightaway　okay？　Because　whatever's　in　there　will　put　up　a　fight。　The　bit　of　Riddle　in　the　Diary　tried　to　kill　me。〃
〃How　are　you　going　to　open　it？〃　asked　Ron。　He　looked　terrified
〃I'm　going　to　ask　it　to　open；　using　Parseltongue；〃　said　Harry。　The　answer　came　so　readily　to　his　lips　that　thought　that　he　had　always　known　it　deep　down：　Perhaps　it　had　taken　his　recent　encounter　with　Nagini　to　make　him　realize　it。　He　looked　at　the　serpentine　iSi；　inlaid　with　glittering　green　stones：　It　was　easy　to　visualize　it　as　a　miniscule　snake；　curled　upon　the　cold　rock。
〃No！〃　said　Ron。　〃Don't　open　it！　I'm　serious！〃
〃Why　not？〃　asked　Harry。　〃Let's　get　rid　of　the　damn　thing；　it's　been　months　a150a150〃
〃I　can't；　Harry；　I'm　serious　a150a150　you　do　it　a150a150〃
〃But　why？〃
〃Because　that　thing's　bad　for　me！〃　said　Ron；　backing　away　from　the　locket　on　the　rock。　〃I　can't　handle　it！　I'm　not　making　excuses；　for　what　I　was　like；　but　it　affects　me　worse　than　it　affects　you　and　Hermione；　it　made　me　think　stuff　a150a150　stuff　that　I　was　thinking　anyway；　but　it　made　everything　worse。　I　can't　explain　it；　and　then　I'd　take　it　off　and　I'd　get　my　head　straight　again；　and　then　I'd　have　to　put　the　effing　thing　back　on　a150a150　I　can't　do　it　Harry！〃
He　had　backed　away；　the　sword　dragging　at　his　side；　shaking　his　head。
〃You　can　do　it；〃　said　Harry；　〃you　can！　You've　just　got　the　sword；　I　know　it's　supposed　to　be　you　who　uses　it。　Please　just　get　rid　of　it　Ron。〃
The　sound　of　his　name　seemed　to　act　like　a　stimulant。　Ron　swallowed；　then　still　breathing　hard　through　his　long　nose；　moved　back　toward　the　rock。
〃Tell　me　when；〃　he　croaked。
〃On　three；〃　said　Harry；　looking　back　down　at　the　locket　and　narrowing　his　eyes；　concentrating　on　the　letter　iSi；　imagining　a　serpent；　while　the　contents　of　the　locket　rattled　like　a　trapped　cockroach。　It　would　have　been　easy　to　pity　it；　except　that　the　cut　around　Harry's　neck　still　burned。
〃One　。　。　。　two　。　。　。　three　。　。　。iopeni。〃
The　last　word　came　as　a　hiss　and　a　snarl　and　the　golden　doors　of　the　locket　swung　wide　open　with　a　little　click。
Behind　both　of　the　glass　windows　within　blinked　a　living　eye；　dark　and　handsome　as　Tom　Riddle's　eyes　had　been　before　he　turned　them　scarlet　and　slit…pupiled
〃Stab；〃　said　Harry；　holding　the　locket　steady　on　the　rock。
Ron　raised　the　sword　in　his　shaking　hands：　The　point　dangled　over　the　frantically　swiveling　eyes；　and　Harry　gripped　the　locket　tightly；　bracing　himself；　already　imagining　blood　pouring　from　the　empty　windows。
Then　a　voice　hissed　from　out　the　Horcrux。
〃iI　have　seen　your　heart；　and　it　is　mine。i〃
〃Don't　listen　to　it！〃　Harry　said　harshly。　〃Stab　it！〃
〃iI　have　seen　your　dreams；　Ronald　Weasley；　and　I　have　seen　your　fears。　All　you　desire　is　possible；　but　all　that　you　dread　is　also　possible。。。。〃i
〃Stab！〃　shouted　Harry；　his　voice　echoed　off　the　surrounding　trees；　the　sword　point　trembled；　and　Ron　gazed　down　into　Riddle's　eyes。
〃iLeast　loved；　always；　by　the　mother　who　craved　a　daughter　。　。　。　Least　loved；　now；　by　the　girl　who　prefers　your　friend　。　。　。　Second　best；　always；　eternally　overshadowed　。　。　。〃i
〃Ron；　stab　it　now！〃　Harry　bellowed：　He　could　feel　the　locket　quivering　in　the　grip　and　was　scared　of　what　was　coming。　Ron　raised　the　sword　still　higher；　and　as　he　did　so；　Riddle's　eyes　gleamed　scarlet。
Out　of　the　locket's　two　windows；　out　of　the　eyes；　there　bloomed　like　two　grotesque　bubbles；　the　heads　of　Harry　and　Hermione；　weirdly　distorted。
Ron　yelled　in　shock　and　backed　away　as　the　figures　blossomed　out　of　the　locket；　first　chests；　then　waists；　then　legs；　until　they　stood　in　the　locket；　side　by　side　like　trees　with　a　common　root；　swaying　over　Ron　and　the　real　Harry；　who　had　snatched　his　fingers　away　from　the　locket　as　it　burned；　suddenly；　white…hot。
〃Ron！〃　he　shouted；　but　the　Riddle…Harry　was　now　speaking　with　Voldemort's　voice　and　Ron　was　gazing；　mesmerized；　into　its　face。
〃iWhy　return？　We　were　better　without　you；　happier　without　you；　glad　of　your　absence。。。。　We　laughed　at　your　stupidity；　your　cowardice；　your　presumptiona150a150i〃
〃iPresumption！i〃　echoed　the　Riddle…Hermione；　who　was　more　beautiful　and　yet　more　terrible　than　the　real　Hermione：　She　swayed；　cackling；　before　Ron；　who　looked　horrified；　yet　transfixed；　the　sword　hanging　pointlessly　at　his　side。　〃iWho　could　look　at　you；　who　would　ever　look　at　you；　beside　Harry　Potter？　What　have　you　ever　done；　compared　with　the　Chosen　One？　What　are　you；　compared　with　the　Boy　Who　Lived？i〃
〃Ron；　stab　it；　STAB　IT！〃　Harry　yelled；　but　Ron　did　not　move。　His　eyes　were　wide；　and　the　Riddle…Harry　and　the　Riddle…Hermione　were　reflected　in　them；　their　hair　swirling　like　flames；　their　eyes　shining　red；　their　voices　lifted　in　an　evil　duet。
〃iYour　mother　confessed；i〃　sneered　Riddle…Harry；　while　Riddle…Hermione　jeered；　〃ithat　she　would　have　preferred　me　as　a　son；　would　be　glad　to　exchange。。。i〃
〃iWho　wouldn't　prefer　him；　what　woman　would　take　you；　you　are　nothing；　nothing；　nothing　to　him；i〃　crooned　Riddle…Hermione；　and　she　stretched　like　a　snake　and　entwined　herself　around　Riddle…Harry；　wrapping　him　in　a　close　embrace：　Their　lips　met。
On　the　ground　in　front　of　them；　Ron's　face　filled　with　anguish。　he　raised　the　sword　high；　his　arms　shaking。
〃Do　it；　Ron！〃　Harry　yelled。
Ron　l