哈利波特7__哈利波特与死圣英文版-第70部分

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rching　for　a　trapdoor。　Dean；　his　face　bruised　and　bloody；　said　〃Thanks〃　to　Luna　and　stood　there；　shivering；　but　Griphook　sank　onto　the　cellar　floor；　looking　groggy　and　disoriented；　many　welts　across　his　swarthy　face。
Ron　was　now　trying　to　Disapparate　without　a　wand。
〃There's　no　way　out；　Ron；〃　said　Luna；　watching　his　fruitless　efforts。　〃The　cellar　is　completely　escape…proof。　I　tried；　at　first。　Mr。　Ollivander　has　been　here　for　a　long　time；　he's　tried　everything。〃
Hermione　was　screaming　again：　The　sound　went　through　Harry　like　physical　pain。　Barely　conscious　of　the　fierce　prickling　of　his　scar；　he　too　started　to　run　around　the　cellar；　feeling　the　walls　for　he　hardly　knew　what；　knowing　in　his　heart　that　it　was　useless。
〃What　else　did　you　take；　what　else？　ANSWER　ME！　iCRUCIO！i〃
Hermione's　screams　echoed　off　the　walls　upstairs；　Ron　was　half　sobbing　as　he　pounded　the　walls　with　his　fists；　and　Harry　in　utter　desperation　seized　Hagrid's　pouch　from　around　his　neck　and　groped　inside　it：　He　pulled　out　Dumbledore's　Snitch　and　shook　it；　hoping　for　he　did　not　know　what　…　nothing　happened　…　he　waved　the　broken　halves　of　the　phoenix　wand；　but　they　were　lifeless　…　the　mirror　fragment　fell　sparkling　to　the　floor；　and　he　saw　a　gleam　of　brightest　blue　…
Dumbledore's　eye　was　gazing　at　him　out　of　the　mirror。
〃Help　us！〃　he　yelled　at　it　in　mad　desperation。　〃We're　in　the　cellar　of　Malfoy　Manor；　help　us！〃
The　eye　blinked　and　was　gone。
Harry　was　not　even　sure　that　it　had　really　been　there。　He　tilted　the　shard　of　mirror　this　way　and　that；　and　saw　nothing　reflected　there　but　the　walls　and　ceiling　of　their　prison；　and　upstairs　Hermione　was　screaming　worse　than　ever；　and　next　to　him　Ron　was　bellowing；　〃HERMIONE！　HERMIONE！〃
〃How　did　you　get　into　my　vault？〃　they　heard　Bellatrix　scream。　〃Did　that　dirty　little　goblin　in　the　cellar　help　you？〃
〃We　only　met　him　tonight！〃　Hermione　sobbed。　〃We've　never　been　inside　your　vault。　。　。　。　It　isn't　the　real　sword！　It's　a　copy；　just　a　copy！〃
〃A　copy？〃　screeched　Bellatrix。　〃Oh；　a　likely　story！〃
〃But　we　can　find　out　easily！〃　came　Lucius's　voice。　〃Draco；　fetch　the　goblin；　he　can　tell　us　whether　the　sword　is　real　or　not！〃
Harry　dashed　across　the　cellar　to　where　Griphook　was　huddled　on　the　floor。
〃Griphook；〃　he　whispered　into　the　goblin's　pointed　ear；　〃you　must　tell　them　that　sword's　a　fake；　they　mustn't　know　it's　the　real　one；　Griphook；　please　…〃
He　could　hear　someone　scuttling　own　the　cellar　steps；　next　moment；　Draco's　shaking　voice　spoke　from　behind　the　door。
〃Stand　back。　Line　up　against　the　back　wall。　Don't　try　anything；　or　I'll　kill　you！〃
They　did　as　they　were　bidden；　as　the　lock　turned；　Ron　clicked　the　Deluminator　and　the　lights　whisked　back　into　his　pocket；　restoring　the　cellar's　darkness。　The　door　flew　open；　Malfoy　marched　inside；　wand　held　out　in　front　of　him；　pale　and　determined。　He　seized　the　little　goblin　by　the　arm　and　backed　out　again；　dragging　Griphook　with　him。　The　door　slammed　shut　and　at　the　same　moment　a　loud　icracki　echoed　inside　the　cellar。
Ron　clicked　the　Deluminator。　Three　balls　of　light　flew　back　into　the　air　from　his　pocket；　revealing　Dobby　the　house…elf；　who　had　just　Apparated　into　their　midst。
〃DOB　…　！〃
Harry　hit　Ron　on　the　arm　to　stop　him　shouting；　and　Ron　looked　terrified　at　his　mistake。　Footsteps　crossed　the　ceiling　overhead：　Draco　marching　Griphook　to　Bellatrix。
Dobby's　enormous；　tennis…ball　shaped　eyes　were　wide；　he　was　trembling　from　his　feet　to　the　tips　of　his　ears。　He　was　back　in　the　home　of　his　old　masters；　and　it　was　clear　that　he　was　petrified。
〃Harry　Potter；〃　he　squeaked　in　the　tiniest　quiver　of　a　voice；　〃Dobby　has　come　to　rescue　you。〃
〃But　how　did　you　…　？〃
An　awful　scream　drowned　Harry's　words：　Hermione　was　being　tortured　again。　He　cut　to　the　essentials。
〃You　can　Disapparate　out　of　this　cellar？〃　he　asked　Dobby；　who　nodded；　his　ears　flapping。
〃And　you　can　take　humans　with　you？〃
Dobby　nodded　again。
〃Right。　Dobby；　I　want　you　to　grab　Luna；　Dean；　and　Mr。　Ollivander；　and　take　them　…　take　them　to　…〃
〃Bill　and　Fleur's；〃　said　Ron。　〃Shell　Cottage　on　the　outskirts　of　Tinworth！〃
The　elf　nodded　for　a　third　time。
〃And　then　come　back；〃　said　Harry。　〃Can　you　do　that；　Dobby？〃
〃Of　course；　Harry　Potter；〃　whispered　the　little　elf。　He　hurried　over　to　Mr。　Ollivander；　who　appeared　to　be　barely　conscious。　He　took　one　of　the　wandmaker's　hands　in　his　own；　then　held　out　the　other　to　Luna　and　Dean；　neither　of　whom　moved。
〃Harry；　we　want　to　help　you！〃　Luna　whispered。
〃We　can't　leave　you　here；〃　said　Dean。
〃Go；　both　of　you！　We'll　see　you　at　Bill　and　Fleur's。〃
As　Harry　spoke；　his　scar　burned　worse　than　ever；　and　for　a　few　seconds　he　looked　down；　not　upon　the　wandmaker；　but　on　another　man　who　was　just　as　old；　just　as　thin；　but　laughing　scornfully。
i〃Kill　me；　then。　Voldemort；　I　welcome　death！　But　my　death　will　not　bring　you　what　you　seek。　。　。　。　There　is　so　much　you　do　not　understand。　。　。〃i
He　felt　Voldemort's　fury；　but　as　Hermione　screamed　again　he　shut　it　out；　returning　to　the　cellar　and　the　horror　of　his　own　present。
〃Go！〃　Harry　beseeched　to　Luna　and　Dean。　〃Go！　We'll　follow；　just　go！〃
They　caught　hold　of　the　elf's　outstretched　fingers。　There　was　another　loud　icracki；　and　Dobby；　Luna；　Dean；　and　Ollivander　vanished。
〃What　was　that？〃　shouted　Lucius　Malfoy　from　over　their　heads。　〃Did　you　hear　that？　What　was　that　noise　in　the　cellar？〃
Harry　and　Ron　stared　at　each　other。
〃Draco　…　no；　call　Wormtail！　Make　him　go　and　check！〃
Footsteps　crossed　the　room　overhead；　then　there　was　silence。　Harry　knew　that　the　people　in　the　drawing　room　were　listening　for　more　noises　from　the　cellar。
〃We're　going　to　have　to　try　and　tackle　him；〃　he　whispered　to　Ron。　They　had　no　choice：　The　moment　anyone　entered　the　room　and　saw　the　absence　of　three　prisoners；　they　were　lost。　〃Leave　the　lights　on；〃　Harry　added；　and　as　they　heard　someone　descending　the　steps　outside　the　door；　they　backed　against　the　wall　on　either　side　of　it。
〃Stand　back；〃　came　Wormtail's　voice。　〃Stand　away　from　the　door。　I'm　coming　in。〃　The　door　flew　open。　For　a　split　second　Wormtail　gazed　into　the　apparently　empty　cellar；　ablaze　with　light　from　the　three　miniature　suns　floating　in　midair。　Then　Harry　and　Ron　launched　themselves　upon　him。　Ron　seized　Wormtail's　wand　arm　and　forced　it　upwards。　Harry　slapped　a　hand　to　his　mouth；　muffling　his　voice。　Silently　they　struggled：　Wormtail's　wand　emitted　sparks；　his　silver　hand　closed　around　Harry's　throat。
〃What　is　it；　Wormtail？〃　called　Lucius　Malfoy　from　above。
〃Nothing！〃　Ron　called　back；　in　a　passable　imitation　of　Wormtail's　wheezy　voice。　〃All　fine！〃
Harry　could　barely　breathe。
〃You're　going　to　kill　me？〃　Harry　choked；　attempting　to　prise　off　the　metal　fingers。　〃After　I　saved　your　life？　You　owe　me；　Wormtail！〃
The　silver　fingers　slackened。　Harry　had　not　expected　it：　He　wrenched　himself　free；　astonished；　keeping　his　hand　over　Wormtail's　mouth。　He　saw　the　ratlike　man's　small　watery　eyes　widen　with　fear　and　surprise：　He　seemed　just　as　shocked　as　Harry　at　what　his　hand　had　done；　at　the　tiny；　merciful　impulse　it　had　betrayed；　and　he　continued　to　struggle　more　powerfully；　as　though　to　undo　that　moment　of　weakness。
〃And　we'll　have　that；〃　whispered　Ron；　tugging　Wormtail's　wand　from　his　other　hand。
Wandless；　helpless；　Pettigrew's　pupils　dilated　in　terror。　His　eyes　had　slid　from　Harry's　face　to　something　else。　His　own　silver　fingers　were　moving　inexorably　toward　his　own　throat。
〃No　…〃
Without　pausing　to　think；　Harry　tried　to　drag　back　the　hand；　but　there　was　no　stopping　it。　The　silver　tool　that　Voldemort　had　given　his　most　cowardly　servant　had　turned　upon　its　disarmed　and　useless　owner；　Pettigrew　was　reaping　his　reward　for　his　hesitation；　his　moment　of　pity；　he　was　being　strangled　before　their　eyes。
〃No！〃
Ron　had　released　Wormtail　too；　and　together　he　and　Harry　tried　to　pull　the　crushing　metal　fingers　from　around　Wormtail's　throat；　but　it　was　no　use。　Pettigrew　was　turning　blue。
〃iRelashio！i〃　said　Ron；　pointing　the　wand　at　the　silver　hand；　but　nothing　happened；　Pettigrew　dropped　to　his　knees；　and　at　the　same　moment；　Hermione　gave　a　dreadful　scream　from　overhead。　Wormtail's　eyes　rolled　upward　in　his　purple　face；　he　gave　a　last　twitch；　and　was　still。
Harry　and　Ron　looked　at　each　other；　then　leaving　Wormtail's　body　on　the　floor　behind　them；　ran　up　the　stairs　and　back　into　the　shadowy　passageway　leading　to　the　drawing　room。　Cautiously　they　crept　along　it　until　they　reached　the　drawing　room　door；　which　was　ajar。　Now　they　had　a　clear　view　of　Bellatrix　looking　down　at　Griphook；　who　was　holding　Gryffindor's　sword　in　his　long…fingered　hands。　Hermione　was　lying　at　Bellatrix's　feet。　She　was　barely　stirring。
〃Well？〃　Bellatrix　said　to　Griphook。　〃Is　it　the　true　sword？〃
Harry　waited；　holding　his　breath；　fighting　against　the　prickling　of　his　scar。
〃No；〃　said　Griphook。　〃It　is　a　fake。〃
〃Are　you　sure？〃　panted　Bellatrix。　〃Quite　sure？〃
〃Yes；〃　said　the　goblin。
Relief　broke　across　her　face；　all　tension　drained　from　it。
〃Good；〃　she　said；　and　with　a　casual　flick　of　her　wand　she　slashed　another　deep　cut　into　the　goblin's　face；　and　he　dropped　with　a　yell　at　her　feet。　She　kicked　him　aside。　〃And　now；〃　she　said　in　a　voice　that　burst　with　triumph；　〃we　call　the　Dark　Lord！〃
And　she　pushed　back　her　sleeve　and　touched　her　forefinger　to　the　Dark　Mark。
At　once；　Harry's　scar　felt　as　though　it　had　split　open　again。　His　true　surroundings　vanished：　He　was　Voldemort；　and　the　skeletal　wizard　before　him　was　laughing
toothlessly　at　him；　he　was　enraged　at　the　summons　he　felt　…　he　had　warned　them；　he　had　told　them　to　summon　him　for　nothing　less　than　Potter。　If　they　were　mistaken　。　。　。
i〃Kill　me；　then！〃　demanded　the　old　man。　〃You　will　not　win；　you　cannot　win！　That　wand　will　never；　ever　be　yours　…〃i
And　Voldemort's　fury　broke：　A　burst　of　green　light　filled　the　prison　room　and　the　frail　old　body　was　lifted　from　its　hard　bed　and　then　fell　back；　lifeless；　and　Voldemort　returned　to　the　window；　his　wrath　barely　controllable。　。　。　。　They　would　suffer　his　retribution　if　they　had　no　good　reason　for　calling　him　back。　。　。　。
〃And　I　think；〃　said　Bellatrix's　voice；　〃we　can　dispose　of　the　Mudblood。　Greyback；　take　her　if　you　want　her。〃
〃NOOOOOOOOOOOO！〃
Ron　had　burst　into　the　drawing　room；　Bellatrix　looked　around；　shocked；　she　turned　her　wand　to　face　Ron　ins