哈利波特7__哈利波特与死圣英文版-第71部分

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〃NOOOOOOOOOOOO！〃
Ron　had　burst　into　the　drawing　room；　Bellatrix　looked　around；　shocked；　she　turned　her　wand　to　face　Ron　instead　…
〃iExpelliarmus！i〃　he　roared；　pointing　Wormtail's　wand　at　Bellatrix；　and　hers　flew　into　the　air　and　was　caught　by　Harry；　who　had　sprinted　after　Ron。　Lucius；　Narcissa；　Draco　and　Greyback　wheeled　about；　Harry　yelled；　〃iStupefy！i〃　and　Lucius　Malfoy　collapsed　onto　the　hearth。　Jets　of　light　flew　from　Draco's；　Narcissa's；　and　Greyback's　wands；　Harry　threw　himself　to　the　floor；　rolling　behind　a　sofa　to　avoid　them。
〃STOP　OR　SHE　DIES！
Panting；　Harry　peered　around　the　edge　of　the　sofa。　Bellatrix　was　supporting　Hermione；　who　seemed　to　be　unconscious；　and　was　holding　her　short　silver　knife　to　Hermione's　throat。
〃Drop　your　wands；〃　she　whispered。　〃Drop　them；　or　we'll　see　exactly　how　filthy　her　blood　is！〃
Ron　stood　rigid；　clutching　Wormtail's　wand。　Harry　straightened　up；　still　holding　Bellatrix's。
〃I　said；　drop　them！〃　she　screeched；　pressing　the　blade　into　Hermione's　throat：　Harry　saw　beads　of　blood　appear　there。
〃All　right！〃　he　shouted；　and　he　dropped　Bellatrix's　wand　onto　the　floor　at　his　feet；　Ron　did　the　same　with　Wormtail's。　Both　raised　their　hands　to　shoulder　height。
〃Good！〃　she　leered。　〃Draco；　pick　them　up！　The　Dark　Lord　is　coming；　Harry　Potter！　Your　death　approaches！〃
Harry　knew　it；　his　scar　was　bursting　with　the　pain　of　it；　and　he　could　feel　Voldemort　flying　through　the　sky　from　far　away；　over　a　dark　and　stormy　sea；　and　soon　he　would　be　close　enough　to　Apparate　to　them；　and　Harry　could　see　no　way　out。
〃Now；〃　said　Bellatrix　softly；　as　Draco　hurried　back　to　her　with　the　wands。　〃Cissy；　I　think　we　ought　to　tie　these　little　heroes　up　again；　while　Greyback　takes　care　of　Miss　Mudblood。　I　am　sure　the　Dark　Lord　will　not　begrudge　you　the　girl；　Greyback；　after　what　you　have　done　tonight。〃
At　the　last　word　there　was　a　peculiar　grinding　noise　from　above。　All　of　them　looked　upward　in　time　to　see　the　crystal　chandelier　tremble；　then；　with　a　creak　and　an　ominous　jingling；　it　began　to　fall。　Bellatrix　was　directly　beneath　it；　dropping　Hermione；　she　threw　herself　aside　with　a　scream。　The　chandelier　crashed　to　the　floor　in　an　explosion　of　crystal　and　chains；　falling　on　top　of　Hermione　and　the　goblin；　who　still　clutched　the　sword　of　Gryffindor。　Glittering　shards　of　crystal　flew　in　all　directions；　Draco　doubled　over；　his　hands　covering　his　bloody　face。
As　Ron　ran　to　pull　Hermione　out　of　the　wreckage；　Harry　took　the　chance：　He　leapt　over　an　armchair　and　wrested　the　three　wands　from　Draco's　grip；　pointed　all　of　them　at　Greyback；　and　yelled；　〃iStupefy！i〃　The　werewolf　was　lifted　off　his　feet　by　the　triple　spell；　flew　up　to　the　ceiling　and　then　smashed　to　the　ground。
As　Narcissa　dragged　Draco　out　of　the　way　of　further　harm；　Bellatrix　sprang　to　her　feet；　her　hair　flying　as　she　brandished　the　silver　knife；　but　Narcissa　had　directed　her　wand　at　the　doorway。
〃Dobby！〃　she　screamed　and　even　Bellatrix　froze。　〃You！　You　dropped　the　chandelier　…　？〃
The　tiny　elf　trotted　into　the　room；　his　shaking　finger　pointing　at　his　old　mistress。
〃You　must　not　hurt　Harry　Potter；〃　he　squeaked。
〃Kill　him；　Cissy！〃　shrieked　Bellatrix；　but　there　was　another　loud　icracki；　and　Narcissa's　wand　too　flew　into　the　air　and　landed　on　the　other　side　of　the　room。
〃You　dirty　little　monkey！〃　bawled　Bellatrix。　〃How　dare　you　take　a　witch's　wand；　how　dare　you　defy　your　masters？〃
〃Dobby　has　no　master！〃　squealed　the　elf。　〃Dobby　is　a　free　elf；　and　Dobby　has　come　to　save　Harry　Potter　and　his　friends！〃
Harry's　scar　was　blinding　him　with　pain。　Dimly　he　knew　that　they　had　moments；　seconds　before　Voldemort　was　with　them。
〃Ron；　catch　…　and　GO！〃　he　yelled；　throwing　one　of　the　wands　to　him；　then　he　bent　down　to　tug　Griphook　out　from　under　the　chandelier。　Hoisting　the　groaning　goblin；　who　still　clung　to　the　sword；　over　one　shoulder；　Harry　seized　Dobby's　hand　and　spun　on　the　spot　to　Disapparate。
As　he　turned　into　darkness　he　caught　one　last　view　of　the　drawing　room　of　the　pale；　frozen　figures　of　Narcissa　and　Draco；　of　the　streak　of　red　that　was　Ron's　hair；　and　a　blue　of　flying　silver；　as　Bellatrix's　knife　flew　across　the　room　at　the　place　where　he　was　vanishing　…
iBill　and　Fleur's　。　。　。　Shell　Cottage　。　。　。　Bill　and　Fleur's　。　。　。i
He　had　disappeared　into　the　unknown；　all　he　could　do　was　repeat　the　name　of　the　destination　and　hope　that　it　would　suffice　to　take　him　there。　The　pain　in　his　forehead　pierced　him；　and　the　weight　of　the　goblin　bore　down　upon　him；　he　could　feel　the　blade　of　Gryffindor's　sword　bumping　against　his　back：　Dobby's　hand　jerked　in　his；　he　wondered　whether　the　elf　was　trying　to　take　charge；　to　pull　them　in　the　right　direction；　and　tried；　by　squeezing　the　fingers；　to　indicate　that　that　was　fine　with　them。　。　。　。
And　then　they　hit　solid　earth　and　smelled　salty　air。　Harry　fell　to　his　knees；　relinquished　Dobby's　hand；　and　attempted　to　lower　Griphook　gently　to　the　ground。
〃Are　you　all　right？〃　he　said　as　the　goblin　stirred；　but　Griphook　merely　whimpered。
Harry　squinted　around　through　the　darkness。　There　seemed　to　be　a　cottage　a　short　way　away　under　the　wide　starry　sky；　and　he　thought　he　saw　movement　outside　it。
〃Dobby；　is　this　Shell　Cottage？〃　he　whispered；　clutching　the　two　wands　he　had　brought　from　the　Malfoys'；　ready　to　fight　if　he　needed　to。　〃Have　we　come　to　the　right　place？　Dobby？〃
He　looked　around。　The　little　elf　stood　feet　from　him。
〃DOBBY！〃
The　elf　swayed　slightly；　stars　reflected　in　his　wide；　shining　eyes。　Together；　he　and　Harry　looked　down　at　the　silver　hilt　of　the　knife　protruding　from　the　elf's　heaving　chest。
〃Dobby　…　no　…　HELP！〃　Harry　bellowed　toward　the　cottage；　toward　the　people　moving　there。　〃HELP！〃
He　did　not　know　or　care　whether　they　were　wizards　or　Muggles；　friends　or　foes；　all　he　cared　about　was　that　a　dark　stain　was　spreading　across　Dobby's　front；　and　that　he　had　stretched　out　his　own　arms　to　Harry　with　a　look　of　supplication。　Harry　caught　him　and　laid　him　sideways　on　the　cool　grass。
〃Dobby；　no；　don't　die；　don't　die　…〃
The　elf's　eyes　found　him；　and　his　lips　trembled　with　the　effort　to　form　words。
〃Harry　。　。　。　Potter　。　。　。〃
And　then　with　a　little　shudder　the　elf　became　quite　still；　and　his　eyes　were　nothing　more　than　great　glassy　orbs；　sprinkled　with　light　from　the　stars　they　could　not　see。〃

pC0=〃Chapter　Twenty…Four：　The　Wandmaker〃
bChapter　Twenty…Four
iThe　Wandmakerib
It　was　like　sinking　into　an　old　nightmare；　for　an　instant　Harry　knelt　again　beside　Dumbledore's　body　at　the　foot　of　the　tallest　tower　at　Hogwarts；　but　in　reality　he　was　staring　at　a　tiny　body　curled　upon　the　grass；　pierced　by　Bellatrix's　silver　knife。　Harry's　voice　was　still　saying；　〃Dobbya133iDobbyia133〃　even　though　he　knew　that　the　elf　had　gone　where　he　could　not　call　him　back。
After　a　minute　or　so　he　realized　that　they　had；　after　all；　come　to　the　right　place；　for　here　were　Bill　and　Fleur；　Dean　and　Luna；　gathering　around　him　as　he　knelt　over　the　elf。　〃Hermione；〃　he　said　suddenly。　〃Where　is　she？〃
〃Ron's　taken　her　inside；〃　said　Bill。　〃She'll　be　all　right。〃　Harry　looked　back　down　at　Dobby。　He　stretched　out　a　hand　and　pulled　the　sharp　blade　from　the　elf's　body；　then　dragged　off　his　own　jacket　and　covered　Dobby　in　it　like　a　blanket。
The　sea　was　rushing　against　the　rock　somewhere　nearby；　Harry　listened　to　it　while　the　others　talked；　discussing　matters　in　which　he　could　take　no　interest；　making　decisions；　Dean　carried　the　injured　Griphook　into　the　house；　Fleur　hurrying　with　them；　now　Bill　was　really　knowing　what　he　was　saying。　As　he　did　so；　he　gazed　down　at　the　tiny　body；　and　his　scar　prickled　and　burned；　and　in　one　part　of　his　mind；　viewed　as　if　from　the　wrong　end　of　a　long　telescope；　he　saw　Voldemort　punishing　those　they　had　left　behind　at　the　Malfoy　Manor。　His　rage　was　dreadful　and　yet　Harry's　grief　for　Dobby　seemed　to　diminish　it；　so　that　it　became　a　distant　storm　that　reached　Harry　from　across　a　vast；　silent　ocean。
〃I　want　to　do　it　properly；〃　were　the　first　words　of　which　Harry　was　fully　conscious　of　speaking。　〃Not　by　magic。　Have　you　got　a　spade？〃　And　shortly　afterward　he　had　set　to　work；　alone；　digging　the　grave　in　the　place　that　Bill　had　shown　him　at　the　end　of　the　garden；　between　bushes。　He　dug　with　a　kind　of　fury；　relishing　the　manual　work；　glorying　in　the　non…magic　of　it；　for　every　drop　of　his　sweat　and　every　blister　felt　like　a　gift　to　the　elf　who　had　saved　their　lives。
His　scar　burned；　but　he　was　master　of　the　pain；　he　felt　it；　yet　was　apart　from　it。　He　had　learned　control　at　last；　learned　to　shut　his　mind　to　Voldemort；　the　very　thing　Dumbledore　had　wanted　him　to　learn　from　Snape。　Just　as　Voldemort　had　not　been　able　to　possess　Harry　while　Harry　was　consumed　with　grief　for　Sirius；　so　his　thoughts　could　not　penetrate　Harry　now　while　he　mourned　Dobby。　Grief；　it　seemed；　drove　Voldemort　outa133though　Dumbledore；　of　course；　would　have　said　that　it　was　love。
On　Harry　dug；　deeper　and　deeper　into　the　hard；　cold　earth；　subsuming　his　grief　in　sweat；　denying　the　pain　in　his　scar。　In　the　darkness；　with　nothing　but　the　sound　of　his　own　breath　and　the　rushing　sea　to　keep　him　company；　the　things　that　had　happened　at　the　Malfoys'　returned　to　him；　the　things　he　had　heard　came　back　to　him；　and　understanding　blossomed　in　the　darknessa133
The　steady　rhythm　of　his　arms　beat　time　with　his　thoughts。　Hallowsa133Horcruxesa133Hallowsa133Horcruxesa133yet　no　longer　burned　with　that　weird；　obsessive　longing。　Loss　and　fear　had　snuffed　it　out。　He　felt　as　though　he　had　been　slapped　awake　again。
Deeper　and　deeper　Harry　sank　into　the　grave；　and　he　knew　where　Voldemort　had　been　tonight；　and　whom　he　had　killed　in　the　topmost　cell　of　Nurmengard；　and　whya133
And　he　thought　of　Wormtail；　dead　because　of　one　small　unconscious　impulse　of　mercya133Dumbledore　had　foreseen　thata133How　much　more　had　he　known？
Harry　lost　track　of　time。　He　knew　only　that　the　darkness　had　lightened　a　few　degrees　when　he　was　rejoined　by　Ron　and　Dean。　〃How's　Hermione？〃　〃Better；〃　said　Ron。　〃Fleur's　looking　after　her。〃　Harry　had　his　retort　ready　for　when　they　asked　him　why　he　had　not　simply　created　a　perfect　grave　with　his　wand；　but　he　did　not　need　it。　They　jumped　down　into　the　hole　he　had　made　with　spades　of　their　own　and　together　they　worked　in　silence　until　the　hole　seemed　deep　enough。
Harr