哈利波特7__哈利波特与死圣英文版-第81部分

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ne；　give　it　here！〃
Hermione　fumbled　insider　her　robes；　drew　out　a　beaded　bag；　rummaged　for　a　few　seconds；　then　removed　the　shining　sword。　Harry　seized　it　by　its　rubied　hilt　and　touched　the　tip　of　the　blade　to　a　silver　flagon　nearby；　which　did　not　multiply。
〃If　I　can　just　poke　the　sword　through　a　handle　…　but　how　am　I　going　to　get　up　there？〃
The　shelf　on　which　the　cup　reposed　was　out　of　reach　for　any　of　them；　even　Ron；　who　was　tallest。　The　heat　from　the　enchanted　treasure　rose　in　waves；　and　sweat　ran　down　Harry's　face　and　back　as　he　struggled　to　think　of　a　way　up　to　the　cup；　and　then　he　heard　the　dragon　roar　on　the　other　side　of　the　vault　door；　and　the　sound　of　clanking　growing　louder　and　louder。
They　were　truly　trapped　now：　There　was　no　way　out　except　through　the　door；　and　a　horde　of　goblins　seemed　to　be　approaching　on　the　other　side。　Harry　looked　at　Ron　and　Hermione　and　saw　terror　in　their　faces。
〃Hermione；〃　said　Harry；　as　the　clanking　grew　louder；　〃I've　got　to　get　up　there；　we've　got　to　get　rid　of　it　…〃
She　raised　her　wand；　pointed　it　at　Harry；　and　whispered；　〃iLevicorpusi。〃
Hoisted　into　the　air　by　his　ankle；　Harry　hit　a　suit　of　armor　and　replicas　burst　out　of　it　like　white…hot　bodies；　filling　the　cramped　space。　With　screams　of　pain；　Ron；　Hermione；　and　the　two　goblins　were　knocked　aside　into　other　objects；　which　also　began　to　replicate。　Half　buried　in　a　rising　tide　of　red…hot　treasure；　they　struggled　and　yelled　has　Harry　thrust　the　sword　through　the　handle　of　Hufflepuff's　cup；　hooking　it　onto　the　blade。
〃iImpervius！i〃　screeched　Hermione　in　an　attempt　to　protect　herself；　Ron；　and　the　goblins　from　the　burning　metal。
Then　the　worst　scream　yet　made　Harry　look　down：　Ron　and　Hermione　were　waist　deep　in　treasure；　struggling　to　keep　Bogrod　from　slipping　beneath　the　rising　tide；　but　Griphook　had　sunk　out　of　sight；　and　nothing　but　the　tips　of　a　few　long　fingers　were　left　in　view。
Harry　seized　Griphook's　fingers　and　pulled。　The　blistered　goblin　emerged　by　degrees；　howling。
〃iLiberatocorpus！i〃　yelled　Harry；　and　with　a　crash　he　and　Griphook　landed　on　the　surface　of　the　swelling　treasure；　and　the　sword　flew　out　of　Harry's　hand。
〃Get　it！〃　Harry　yelled；　fighting　the　pain　of　the　hot　metal　on　his　skin；　as　Griphook　clambered　onto　his　shoulders　again；　determined　to　avoid　the　swelling　mass　of　red…hot　objects。　〃Where's　the　sword？　It　had　the　cup　on　it！〃
The　clanking　on　the　other　side　of　the　door　was　growing　deafening　…　it　was　too　late　…
〃There！〃
It　was　Griphook　who　had　seen　it　and　Griphook　who　lunged；　and　in　that　instant　Harry　knew　that　the　goblin　had　never　expected　them　to　keep　their　word。　One　hand　holding　tightly　to　a　fistful　of　Harry's　hair；　to　make　sure　he　did　not　fall　into　the　heaving　sea　of　burning　gold；　Griphook　seized　the　hilt　of　the　sword　and　swung　it　high　out　of　Harry's　reach。　The　tiny　golden　cup；　skewered　by　the　handle　on　the　sword's　blade　was　flung　into　the　air。　The　goblin　astride　him；　Harry　dived　and　caught　it；　and　although　he　could　feel　it　scalding　his　flesh　he　did　not　relinquish　it；　even　while　countless　Hufflepuff　cups　burst　from　his　fist；　raining　down　upon　him　as　the　entrance　of　the　vault　opened　up　again　and　he　found　himself　sliding　uncontrollably　on　an　expanding　avalanche　of　fiery　gold　and　silver　that　bore　him；　Ron；　Hermione　into　the　outer　chamber。
Hardly　aware　of　the　pain　from　the　burns　covering　his　body；　and　still　borne　along　the　swell　of　replicating　treasure；　Harry　shoved　the　cup　into　his　pocket　and　reached　up　to　retrieve　the　sword；　but　Griphook　was　gone。　Sliding　from　Harry's　shoulders　the　moment　he　could；　he　had　sprinted　for　cover　amongst　the　surrounding　goblins；　brandishing　the　sword　and　crying；　〃Thieves！　Thieves！　Help！　Thieves！〃　He　vanished　into　the　midst　of　the　advancing　crowd；　all　of　whom　were　holding　daggers　and　who　accepted　him　without　question。
Slipping　on　the　hot　metal；　Harry　struggled　to　his　feet　and　knew　that　the　only　way　out　was　through。
〃iStupefy！i〃　he　bellowed；　and　Ron　and　Hermione　joined　in：　Jets　of　red　light　flew　into　the　crowd　of　goblins；　and　some　toppled　over；　but　others　advanced；　and　Harry　saw　several　wizard　guards　running　around　the　corner。
The　tethered　dragon　let　out　a　roar；　and　a　gush　of　flame　flew　over　the　goblins；　The　wizards　fled；　doubled…up；　back　the　way　they　had　come；　and　inspiration；　or　madness；　came　to　Harry。　Pointing　his　wand　at　the　thick　cuffs　chaining　the　beast　to　the　floor；　he　yelled；　〃iRelashio！i〃
The　cuffs　broken　open　with　loud　bangs。
〃This　way！〃　Harry　yelled；　and　still　shooting　Stunning　Spells　at　the　advancing　goblins；　he　sprinted　toward　the　blind　dragon。
〃Harry　…　Harry　…　what　are　you　doing？〃　cried　Hermione。
〃Get　up；　climb　up；　come　on　…〃
The　dragon　had　not　realized　that　it　was　free：　Harry's　foot　found　the　crook　of　its　hind　leg　and　he　pulled　himself　up　onto　its　back。　The　scales　were　hard　as　steel；　it　did　not　even　seem　to　feel　him。　He　stretched　out　an　arm；　Hermione　hoisted　herself　up；　Ron　climbed　on　behind　them；　and　a　second　later　the　dragon　became　aware　that　it　was　untethered。
With　a　roar　it　reared：　Harry　dug　in　his　knees；　clutching　as　tightly　as　he　could　to　the　jagged　scales　as　the　wings　opened；　knocking　the　shrieking　goblins　aside　like　skittles；　and　it　soared　into　the　air。　Harry；　Ron；　and　Hermione；　flat　on　its　back；　scraped　against　the　ceiling　as　it　dived　toward　the　passage　opening；　while　the　pursuing　goblins　hurled　daggers　that　glanced　off　its　flanks。
〃We'll　never　get　out；　it's　too　big！〃　Hermione　screamed；　but　the　dragon　opened　its　mouth　and　belched　flame　again；　blasting　the　tunnel；　whose　floors　and　ceiling　cracked　and　crumbled。　By　sheer　force；　the　dragon　clawed　and　fought　its　way　through。　Harry's　eyes　were　shut　tight　against　the　heat　and　dust：　Deafened　by　the　crash　of　rock　and　the　dragon's　roars；　he　could　only　cling　to　its　back；　expecting　to　be　shaken　off　at　any　moment；　then　he　heard　Hermione　yelling；　〃iDefodio！i〃
She　was　helping　the　dragon　enlarge　the　passageway；　carving　out　the　ceiling　as　it　struggled　upward　toward　the　fresher　air；　away　from　the　shrieking　and　clanking　goblins：　Harry　and　Ron　copied　her；　blasting　the　ceiling　apart　with　more　gouging　spells。　They　passed　the　underground　lake；　and　the　great　crawling；　snarling　beast　seemed　to　sense　freedom　and　space　ahead　of　it；　and　behind　them　the　passage　was　full　of　the　dragon's　thrashing；　spiked　tail；　of　great　lumps　of　rock；　gigantic　fractured　stalactites；　and　the　clanking　of　the　goblins　seemed　to　be　growing　more　muffled；　while　ahead；　the　dragon's　fire　kept　their　progress　clear　…
And　then　at　last；　by　the　combined　force　of　their　spells　and　the　dragon's　brute　strength；　they　had　blasted　their　way　out　of　the　passage　into　the　marble　hallway。　Goblins　and　wizards　shrieked　and　ran　for　cover；　and　finally　the　dragon　had　room　to　stretch　its　wings：　Turning　its　horned　head　toward　the　cool　outside　air　it　could　smell　beyond　the　entrance；　it　took　off；　and　with　Harry；　Ron；　and　Hermione　still　clinging　to　its　back；　it　forced　its　way　through　the　metal　doors；　leaving　them　buckled　and　hanging　from　their　hinges；　as　it　staggered　into　Diagon　Alley　and　launched　itself　into　the　sky。

pC0=〃Chapter　Twenty…Seven：　The　Final　Hiding　Place〃
bChapter　Twenty…Seven
iThe　Final　Hiding　Placeib
There　was　no　means　of　steering；　the　dragon　could　not　see　where　it　was　going；　and　Harry　knew　that　if　it　turned　sharply　or　rolled　in　midair　they　would　find　it　impossible　to　cling　onto　its　broad　back。　Nevertheless；　as　they　climbed　higher　and　higher；　London　unfurling　below　them　like　a　gray…and…green　map；　Harry's　overwhelming　feeling　was　of　gratitude　for　an　escape　that　had　seemed　impossible。　Crouching　low　over　the　beast's　neck；　he　clung　tight　to
the　metallic　scales；　and　the　cool　breeze　was　soothing　on　his　burned　and　blistered　skin；　the　dragon's　wings　beating　the　air　like　the　sails　of　a　windmill。　Behind　him；　whether　from　delight　or　fear　he　could　not　tell。　Ron　kept　swearing　at　the　top　of　his　voice；　and　Hermione　seemed　to　be　sobbing。　After　five　minutes　or　so；　Harry　lost　some　of　his　immediate　dread　that　the　dragon　was　going　to　throw　them　off；　for　it　seemed　intent　on　nothing　but　getting　as　far　away　from　its　underground　prison　as　possible；　but　the　question　of　how　and　when　they　were　to　dismount　remained　rather　frightening。　He　had　no　idea　how　long　dragons　could　fly　without　landing；　nor　how　this　particular　dragon；　which　could　barely　see；　would　locate　a　good　place　to　put　down。　He　glanced　around　constantly；　imagining　that　he　could　feel　his　seat　prickling。　How　long　would　it　be　before　Voldemort　knew　that　they　had　broken　into　the　Lestranges'　vault？　How　soon　would　the　goblins　of　Gringotts　notify　Bellatrix？　How　quickly　would　they　realize　what　had　been　taken？　And　then；　when　they　discovered　that　the　golden　cup　was　missing？　Voldemort　would　know；　at　last；　that　they　were　hunting　Horcruxes。　The　dragon　seemed　to　crave　cooler　and　fresher　air。　It　climbed　steadily　until　they　were　flying　through　wisps　of　chilly　cloud；　and　Harry　could　no　longer　make　out　the　little　colored　dots　which　were　cars　pouring　in　and　out　of　the　capital。　On　and　on　they　flew；　over　countryside　parceled　out　in　patches　of　green　and　brown；　over　roads　and　rivers　winding　through　the　landscape　like　strips　of　matte　and　glossy　ribbon。　〃What　do　you　reckon　it's　looking　for？〃　Ron　yelled　as　they　flew　farther　and　farther　north。　〃No　idea；〃　Harry　bellow　back。　His　hands　were　numb　with　cold　but　he　did　not　date　attempt　to　shift　his　grip。　He　had　been　wondering　for　some　time　what　they　would　do　if　they　saw　the　coast　sail　beneath　them；　if　the　dragon　headed　for　open　seal　he　was　cold　and　numb；　not　to　mention　desperately　hungry　and　thirsty。　When；　he　wondered；　had　the　beast　itself　last　eaten？　Surely　it　would　need　sustenance　before　long？　And　what　if；　at　that　point；　it　realized　it　had　three　highly　edible　humans　sitting　on　its　back？　The　sun　slipped　lower　in　the　sky；　which　was　turning　indigo；　and　still　the　dragon　flew；　cities　and　towns　gliding　out　of　sight　beneath　them；　its　enormous　shadow　sliding　over　the　earth　like　a　giant　dark　cloud。　Every　part　of　Harry　ached　with　the　effort　of　holding　on　to　the　dragon's　back。　〃Is　it　my　imagination；〃　shouted　Ron　after　a　considerable　stretch　of　silence；　〃or　are　we　losing　height？〃　Harry　looked　down　and　saw　deep　green　mountains　and　lakes；　coppery　in　the　sunset。　the　landscape　seemed　to　grow　larger　and　more　detailed