哈利波特7__哈利波特与死圣英文版-第68部分

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〃It　isn't！　It　isn't　me！〃
Hermione's　terrified　squeak　was　as　good　as　a　confession。
〃i。。。　known　to　be　traveling　with　Harry　Potter；i〃　repeated　Greyback　quietly。
A　stillness　had　settled　over　the　scene。　Harry's　scar　was　Exquisitely　painful；　but　he　struggled　with　all　his　strength　against　the　pull　of　Voldemort's　thoughts。　It　had　never　been　so　important　to　remain　in　his　own　right　mind。
〃Well；　this　changed　things；　doesn't　it？〃　whispered　Greyback。　Nobody　spoke：　Harry　sensed　the　gang　of　Snatchers　watching；　frozen；　and　felt　Hermione's　arm　trembling　against　his。　Greyback　got　up　and　took　a　couple　of　steps　to　where　Harry　sat；　crouching　down　again　to　stare　closely　at　his　misshapen　features。
〃What's　that　on　your　forehead；　Vernon？〃　he　asked　softly；　his　breath　foul　in　Harry's　nostrils　as　he　pressed　a　filthy　finger　to　the　taught　scar。
〃Don't　touch　it！　Harry　yelled；　he　could　not　stop　himself；　he　thought　he　might　be　sick　from　the　pain　of　it。
〃I　thought　you　wore　glasses；　Potter？〃　breathed　Greyback。
〃I　found　glasses！〃　yelped　one　of　the　Snatchers　skulking　in　the　background。　〃There　was　glasses　in　the　tent；　Greyback；　wait　…〃
And　seconds　later　Harry's　glasses　had　been　rammed　back　onto　his　face。　The　Snatchers　were　closing　in　now；　peering　at　him。
〃It　Is！〃　rasped　Greyback。　〃We've　caught　Potter！〃
They　all　took　several　steps　backward；　stunned　by　what　they　had　done。　Harry；　still　fighting　to　remain　present　in　his　own　splitting　head；　could　think　of　nothing　to　say。　Fragmented　visions　were　breaking　across　the　surface　of　his　mind　…
ia150a150He　was　hiding　around　the　high　walls　of　the　black　fortressa150a150i
No；　he　was　Harry；　tied　up　and　wandless；　in　grave　dangera150a150
ia150a150looking　up；　up　to　the　topmost　window；　the　highest　towera150a150i
He　was　Harry；　and　they　were　discussing　his　fate　in　low　voicesa150a150
ia150a150Time　to　fly　。　。　。i
〃。　。　。　To　the　Ministry？〃
〃To　hell　with　the　Ministry。〃　growled　Greyback。　〃They'll　take　the　credit；　and　we　won't　get　a　look　in。　I　say　we　take　him　straight　to　You…Know…Who。〃
〃Will　you　summon　'im？　i'ere？i〃　said　Scabior；　sounding　awed；　terrified。
〃No；〃　snarled　Greyback；　〃I　haven't　got　a150a150　they　say　he's　using　the　Malfoy's　place　as　a　base。　We'll　take　the　boy　there。〃
Harry　thought　he　knew　why　Greyback　was　not　calling　Voldemort。　The　werewolf　might　be　allowed　to　wear　Death　Eater　robes　when　they　wanted　to　use　him；　but　only　Voldemort's　inner　circle　were　branded　with　the　Dark　Mark：　Greyback　had　not　been　granted　this　highest　honor。
Harry's　scar　seared　again　…
…　iand　he　rose　into　the　night；　flying　straight　up　to　the　windows　at　the　very　top　of　the　tower　…i
〃。　。　。　completely　sure　it's　him？　'Cause　if　it　ain't；　Greyback；　we're　dead。〃
〃Who's　in　charge　here？〃　roared　Greyback；　covering　his　moment　of　inadequacy。　〃I　say　that's　Potter；　and　him　plus　his　wand；　that's　two　hundred　thousand　Galleons　right　there！　But　if　you're　too　gutless　to　come　along；　any　of　you；　it's　all　for　me；　and　with　any　luck；　I'll　get　the　girl　thrown　in！〃
…　iThe　window　was　the　merest　slit　in　the　black　rock；　not　big　enough　for　a　man　to　enter。　。　。　。　A　skeletal　figure　was　just　visible　through　it；　curled　beneath　a　blanket。　。　。　。　Dead；　or　sleeping　。　。　。　？i
〃All　right！〃　said　Scabior。　〃All　right；　we're　in！　And　what　about　the　rest　of　'em；　Greyback；　what'll　we　do　with　'em？〃
〃Might　as　well　take　the　lot。　We've　got　two　Mudbloods；　that's　another　ten　Galleons。　Give　me　the　sword　as　well。　If　they're　rubies；　that's　another　small　fortune　right　there。〃
The　prisoners　were　dragged　to　their　feet。　Harry　could　hear　Hermione's　breathing；　fast　and　terrified。
〃Grab　hold　and　make　it　tight。　I'll　do　Potter！〃　said　Greyback；　seizing　a　fistful　of　Harry's　hair；　Harry　could　feel　his　long　yellow　nails　scratching　his　scalp。　〃On　three！　One　…　two　…　three　…〃
They　Disapparated；　pulling　the　prisoners　with　them。　Harry　struggled；　trying　to　throw　off　Greyback's　hand；　but　it　was　hopeless：　Ron　and　Hermione　were　squeezed　tightly　against　him　on　either　side；　he　could　not　separate　from　the　group；　and　as　the　breath　was　squeezed　out　of　him　his　scar　seared　more　painfully　still　…
…　ias　he　forced　himself　through　the　slit　of　a　window　like　a　snake　and　landed；　lightly　as　vapor　inside　the　cell…like　room　…i
The　prisoners　lurched　into　one　another　as　they　landed　in　a　country　lane。　Harry's　eyes；　still　puffy；　took　a　moment　to　acclimatize；　then　he　saw　a　pair　of　wrought…iron　gates　at　the　foot　of　what　looked　like　a　long　drive。　He　experienced　the　tiniest　trickle　of　relief。　The　worst　had　not　happened　yet：　Voldemort　was　not　here。　He　was；　Harry　knew；　for　he　was　fighting　to　resist　the　vision；　in　some　strange；　fortresslike　place；　at　the　top　of　a　tower。　How　long　it　would　take　Voldemort　to　get　to　this　place；　once　he　knew　that　Harry　was　here；　was　another　matter。　。　。　。
One　of　the　Snatchers　strode　to　the　gates　and　shook　them。
〃How　do　we　get　in？　They're　locked；　Greyback；　I　can't　…　blimey！〃
He　whipped　his　hands　away　in　fright。　The　iron　was　contorting；　twisting　itself　out　of　the　abstract　furls　and　coils　into　a　frightening　face；　which　spoke　in　a　clanging；　echoing　voice。　〃State　your　purpose！〃
〃We've　got　Potter！〃　Greyback　roared　triumphantly。　〃We've　captured　Harry　Potter！〃
The　gates　swung　open。
〃Come　on！〃　said　Greyback　to　his　men；　and　the　prisoners　were　shunted　through　the　gates　and　up　the　drive；　between　high　hedges　that　muffled　their　footsteps。　Harry　saw　a　ghostly　white　shape　above　him；　and　realized　it　was　an　albino　peacock。　He　stumbled　and　was　dragged　onto　his　feet　by　Greyback；　now　he　was　staggering　along　sideways；　tied　back…to…back　to　the　four　other　prisoner。　Closing　his　puffy　eyes；　he　allowed　the　pain　in　his　scar　to　overcome　him　for　a　moment；　wanting　to　know　what　Voldemort　was　doing；　whether　he　knew　yet　that　Harry　was　caught。　。　。　。
iThe　emaciated　figure　stirred　beneath　its　thin　blanket　and　rolled　over　toward　him；　eyes　opening　in　a　skull　of　a　face。　。　。　。　The　frail　man　sat　up；　great　sunken　eyes　fixed　upon　him；　upon　Voldemort；　and　then　he　smiled。　Most　of　his　teeth　were　gone。　。　。　。
〃So；　you　have　come。　I　thought　you　would　。　。　。　one　day。　But　your　journey　was　pointless。　I　never　had　it。〃
〃You　lie！〃i
As　Voldemort's　anger　throbbed　inside　him；　Harry's　scar　threatened　to　burst　with　pain；　and　he　wrenched　his　mind　back　to　his　own　body；　fighting　to　remain　present　as　the　prisoners　were　pushed　over　gravel。
Light　spilled　out　over　all　of　them。
〃What　is　this？〃　said　a　woman's　cold　voice。
〃We're　here　to　see　He…Who…Must…Not…Be…Named！〃　rasped　Greyback。
〃Who　are　you？〃
〃You　know　me！〃　There　was　resentment　in　the　werewolf's　voice。　〃Fenrit　Greyback！　We've　caught　Harry　Potter！〃
Greyback　seized　Harry　and　dragged　him　around　to　face　the　light；　forcing　the　other　prisoners　to　shuffle　around　too。
〃I　know　'es　swollen；　ma'am；　but　it's　'im！〃　piped　up　Scabior。　〃If　you　look　a　bit　closer；　you'll　see　'is　scar。　And　this　'ere；　see　the　girl？　The　Mudblood　who's　been　traveling　around　with　'im；　ma'am。　There's　no　doubt　it's　'im；　and　we've　got　'is　wand　as　well！　'Ere；　ma'am　…〃
Through　his　puffy　eyelids　Harry　saw　Narcissa　Malfoy　scrutinizing　his　swollen　face。　Scabior　thrust　the　blackthorn　wand　at　her。　She　raised　her　eyebrows。
〃Bring　them　in；〃　she　said。
Harry　and　the　others　were　shoved　and　kicked　up　broad　stone　steps　into　a　hallway　lined　with　portraits。
〃Follow　me；〃　said　Narcissa；　leading　the　way　across　the　hall。　〃My　son；　Draco；　is　home　for　his　Easter　holidays。　If　that　is　Harry　Potter；　he　will　know。〃
The　drawing　room　dazzled　after　the　darkness　outside；　even　with　his　eyes　almost　closed　Harry　could　make　out　the　wide　proportions　of　the　room。　A　crystal　chandelier　hung　from　the　ceiling；　more　portraits　against　the　dark　purple　walls。　Two　figures　rose　from　chairs　in　front　of　an　ornate　marble　fireplace　as　the　prisoners　were　forced　into　the　room　by　the　Snatchers。
〃What　is　this？〃
The　dreadfully　familiar；　drawling　voice　of　Lucius　Malfoy　fell　on　Harry's　ears。　He　was　panicking　now。　He　could　see　no　way　out；　and　it　was　easier；　as　his　fear　mounted；　to　block　out　Voldemort's　thoughts；　though　his　scar　was　still　burning。
〃They　say　they've　got　Potter；〃　said　Narcissa's　cold　voice。　〃Draco；　come　here。〃　Harry　did　not　dare　look　directly　at　Draco；　but　saw　him　obliquely；　a　figure　slightly　taller　than　he　was；　rising　from　an　armchair；　his　face　a　pale　and　pointed　blur　beneath　white…blond　hair。
Greyback　forced　the　prisoners　to　turn　again　so　as　to　place　Harry　directly　beneath　the　chandelier。
〃Well；　boy？〃　rasped　the　werewolf。
Harry　was　facing　a　mirror　over　the　fireplace；　a　great　gilded　thing　in　an　intricately　scrolled　frame。　Through　the　slits　of　his　eyes　he　saw　his　own　reflection　for　the　first　time　since　leaving　Grimmauld　Place。
His　face　was　huge；　shiny；　and　pink；　every　feature　distorted　by　Hermione's　jinx。　His　black　hair　reached　his　shoulders　and　there　was　a　dark　shadow　around　his　jaw。　Had　he　not　known　that　it　was　he　who　stood　there；　he　would　have　wondered　who　was　wearing　his　glasses。　He　resolved　not　to　speak；　for　his　voice　was　sure　to　give　him　away；　yet　he　still　avoided　eye　contact　with　Draco　as　the　latter　approached。
〃Well；　Draco？〃　said　Lucius　Malfoy。　He　sounded　avid。　〃Is　it？　Is　it　Harry　Potter？〃　〃I　can't　…　I　can't　be　sure；〃　said　Draco。　He　was　keeping　his　distance　from　Greyback；　and　seemed　as　scared　of　looking　at　Harry　as　Harry　was　of　looking　at　him。
〃But　look　at　him　carefully；　look！　Come　closer！〃
Harry　had　never　heard　Lucius　Malfoy　so　excited。
〃Draco；　if　we　are　the　ones　who　hand　Potter　over　to　the　Dark　Lord；　everything　will　be　forgiv　…〃
〃Now；　we　won't　be　forgetting　who　actually　caught　him；　I　hope　Mr。　Malfoy？〃　said　Greyback　menacingly。
〃Of　course　not；　of　course　not！〃　said　Lucius　impatiently。　He　approached　Harry　himself；　came　so　close　that　Harry　could　see　the　usually　languid；　pale　face　in　sharp　detail　even　through　his　swollen　eyes。　With　his　face　a　puffy　mask；　Harry　felt　as　though　he　was　peering　out　from　between　the　bars　of　a　cage。
〃What　did　you　do　to　him？〃　Lucius　asked　Greyback。　〃How　did　he　get　into　this　state？〃
〃That　wasn't　us。〃　〃Looks　more　like　a　Stinging　Jinx　to　me；〃　said　Lucius。
His　gray　eyes　raked　Harry's　forehead。
〃There's　something　there；〃　he　whispered。　〃it　could　be　the　scar；　stretched　tight。　。　。　。〃　Draco；　come　here；　look　properly！　What　do　you　think？〃
Harry　saw　Draco's　face　up　close　now；　right　beside　his　father's。　They　were　extraordinarily　alike；　exce