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哈里波特7 Chapter3

[日期:2007-07-28]   [字体: ]

"Well said, Harry," said Fred unexpectedly.

  "Year, 'ear, 'ear," said George, with half a glance at Fred, the corner of whose mouth twitched.

 Lupin was wearing an odd expression as he looked at Harry. It was close to pitying.

 "You think I'm a fool?" demanded Harry.

 "No, I think you're like James," said Lupin, "who would have regarded it as the height of dishonor to mistrust his friends."

 Harry knew what Lupin was getting at: that his father had been betrayed by his friend Peter PettiGREw. He felt irrationally angry. He wanted to argue, but Lupin had turned away from him, set down his glass upon a side table, and addressed Bill, "There's work to do. I can ask Kingsley whether –"

 "No," said Bill at once, "I'll do it, I'll come."

 "Where are you going?" said Tonks and Fleur together.

 "Mad-Eye's body," said Lupin. "We need to recover it."

 "Can't it -- ?" began Mrs. Weasley with an appealing look at Bill.

 "Wait?" said Bill, "Not unless you'd rather the Death Eaters took it?"

 Nobody spoke. Lupin and Bill said good bye and left.

 The rest of them now dropped into chairs, all except for Harry, who remained standing. The suddenness and completeness of death was with them like a presence.

 "I've got to go too," said Harry.

 Ten pairs of startled eyes looked at him.

 "Don't be silly, Harry," said Mrs. Weasley, "What are you talking about?"

 "I can't stay here."

  He rubbed his forehead; it was prickling again, he had not hurt like this for more than a year.

 "You're all in danger while I'm here. I don't want –"

 "But don't be so silly!" said Mrs. Weasley. "The whole point of tonight was to get you here safely, and thank goodness it worked. And Fleur's aGREed to get married here rather than in France, we've arranged everything so that we can all stay together and look after you –"

 She did not understand; she was making him feel worse, not better.

 "If Voldemort finds out I'm here –"

 "But why should he?" asked Mrs. Weasley.

 "There are a dozen places you might be now, Harry," said Mr. Weasley. "He's got no way of knowing which safe house you're in."

 "It's not me I'm worried for!" said Harry.

 "We know that," said Mr. Weasley quietly, but it would make our efforts tonight seem rather pointless if you left."

 "Yer not goin' anywhere," growled Hagrid. "Blimey, Harry, after all we wen' through ter get you here?"

 "Yeah, what about my bleeding ear?" said George, hoisting himself up on his cushions.

 "I know that –"

 "Mad-Eye wouldn't want –"

 "I KNOW!" Harry bellowed.

 He felt beleaguered and blackmailed: Did they think he did not know what they had done for him, didn't they understand that it was for precisely that reason that he wanted to go now, before they had to suffer any more on his behalf? There was a long and awkward silence in which his scar continued to prickle and throb, and which was broken at last by Mrs. Weasley.

 "Where's Hedwig, Harry?" she said coaxingly. "We can put her up with Pidwidgeon and give her something to eat."

His insides clenched like a fist. He could not tell her the truth. He drank the last of his firewhisky to avoid answering.

 "Wait till it gets out yeh did it again, Harry," said Hagrid. "Escaped him, fought him off when he was right on top of yeh!"

 "It wasn't me," said Harry flatly. "It was my wand. My wand acted of its own accord."

 After a few moments, Hermione said gently, "But that's impossible, Harry. You mean that you did magic without meaning to; you reacted instinctively."

 "No," said Harry. "The bike was falling, I couldn't have told you where Voldemort was, but my wand spun in my hand and found him and shot a spell at him, and it wasn't even a spell I recognized. I've never made gold flames appear before."

 "Often," said Mr. Weasley, "when you're in a pressured situation you can produce magic you never dreamed of. Small children often find, before they're trained –"

"It wasn't like that," said Harry through gritted teeth. His scar was burning. He felt angry and frustrated; he hated the idea that they were all imagining him to have power to match Voldemort's.

 No one said anything. He knew that they did not believe him. Now that he came to think of it, he had never heard of a wand performing magic on its own before.

 His scar seared with pain, it was all he could do not to moan aloud. Muttering about fresh air, he set down his glass and left the room.

 As he crossed the yard, the GREat skeletal thestral looked up – rustled its enormous batlike wings, then resumed its grazing. Harry stopped at the gate into the garden, staring out at its overgrown plants, rubbing his pounding forehead and thinking of Dumbledore.

 Dumbledore would have believed him, he knew it. Dumbledore would have known how and why Harry's wand had acted independently, because Dumbledore always had the answers; he had known about wands, had explained to Harry the strange connection that existed between his wand and Voldemort's . . . . But Dumbledore, like Mad-Eye, like Sirius, like his parents, like his poor owl, all were gone where Harry could never talk to them again. He felt a burning in his throat that had nothing to do with firewhisky. . . .

 And then, out of nowhere, the pain in his scar peaked. As he clutched his forehead and closed his eyes, a voice screamed inside his head.

 "You told me the problem would be solved by using another's wand!"

 And into his mind burst the vision of an emaciated old man lying in rags upon a stone floor, screaming, a horrible drawn-out scream, a scream of unendurable agony. . . .

 "No! No! I beg you, I beg you. . . ."

 "You lied to Lord Voldemort, Ollivander!"

 "I did not. . . . I swear I did not. . . ."

 "You sought to help Potter, to help him escape me!"

 "I swear I did not. . . . I believed a different wand would work. . . ."

 "Explain, then, what happened. Lucius's wand is destroyed!"

 "I cannot understand. . . . The connection . . . exists only . . between your two wands. . . ."

 "Lies!"

 "Please . . . I beg you. . . ."

 And Harry saw the white hand raise its wand and felt Voldemort's surge of vicious anger, saw the frail old main on the floor writhe in agony –

"Harry?"

 It was over as quickly as it had come: Harry stood shaking in the darkness, clutching the gate into the garden, his heart racing, his scar still tingling. It was several moments before he realized that Ron and Hermione were at his side.

  "Harry, come back in the house," Hermione whispered, "You aren't still thinking of leaving?"

 "Yeah, you've got to stay, mate," said Ron, thumping Harry on the back.

 "Are you all right?" Hermione asked, close enough now to look into Harry's face. "You look awful!"

 "Well," said Harry shakily, "I probably look better than Ollivander. . . ."

 When he had finished telling them what he had seen, Ron looked appalled, but Hermione downright terrified.

"But it was supposed to have stopped! Your scar – it wasn't supposed to do this anymore! You mustn't let that connection open up again – Dumbledore wanted you to close your mind!"

 When he did not reply, she gripped his arm.

 "Harry, he's taking over the Ministry and the newspapers and half the Wizarding world! Don't let him inside your head too!"

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