Chapter 10

chapter ten Quint and Galamelon make their way down a series of sloping hallways, each more dimly lit than the last. Battery-powered candles flicker in plastic sconces, revealing black oil-goop dripping from cracks in the ceiling, trickling down the walls. "Smells like monster blood," Quint says. "And it's getting so dark I can hardly see..." Galamelon pulls a necklace from under his shirt, there is a sudden SNAP, and then neon pink light fills the hall. "Ooh!" Quint says, in awe. "What conjuration is that? Can you teach me?"

昆特和加隆沿着一系列倾斜的走廊走下去，灯光一个比一个昏暗。 电池供电的蜡烛在塑料烛台上闪烁，黑色的油状物从天花板的裂缝中滴下，沿着墙壁滴下。 “闻起来像怪物的血，”昆特说。 “天越来越黑了，我几乎看不见……” Galamelon从他的衬衫下面抽出一条项链，突然啪的一声，然后霓虹粉红色的光充满了大厅。 “哦!”昆特敬畏地说。 “这是什么咒语？” 你能教我吗？”

Close stick necklace. Meeting in myself. Never know when a party might break out. Oh, but I did not have it on me until just this moment. I summoned the necklace with one flash of my mind.-And now here it is around my neck Before Quint can give that claim the thought it deserves, a sound stops them in their tracks. "A strange noise ahead... Weird mumbling..." Quint says, peering down the shadowy hall. The walls are cracked—like something big squeezed its way through: the Drakkor, Quint thinks. Galamelon nods. "My conjurer's ear does hear a muttering anear." They press on, emerging into a cavernous hall filled with batting cages: the Home Run Dungeon. The discomforting sound is clearer now: a crazed, nonsense sort of rambling. "I must admit," Quint says. "That is one of the most unsettling sounds I've ever heard..."

贴身贴项链。遇见我自己。 永远不知道派对什么时候会爆发。 哦，但是直到刚才我才把它带在身上。 我灵光一闪就召唤出了项链。而现在它就挂在我的脖子上了，昆特还没来得及好好考虑这句话，一个声音就打断了他们的思路。 “前方有奇怪的声音……奇怪的喃喃自语……” 昆特凝视着阴暗的大厅说。 昆特认为，墙壁上有裂缝，就像有什么大东西挤了进来：德拉科神庙。 Galamelon点点头。“我的魔术师的耳朵确实听到附近有窃窃私语。” 他们继续前进，来到了一个充满击球练习场的巨大大厅：本垒打地牢。 令人不安的声音现在更清晰了：一种疯狂的、无意义的漫谈。 “我必须承认，”昆特说。 “这是我听过的最令人不安的声音之一……”

MEANWHILE, DIRK AND KIMMY HEAD TOWARD THE PIZZA THEATER... That's about the most unsettling sound I've ever heard. What sound? I don't hear anything. The sound radiating from your brain fear. "Hey!" Dirk exclaims, suddenly processing what Kimmy said. "That's not fear you're hearing. It's readiness. Steely readiness. We're almost at the Pizza Theater, so I'm preparing myself. And stop reading my mind!" "Okey dokers. I understand mind-reading consent," Kimmy says. Then a second later, she says, "Sooo, whatcha thinkin' 'bout?" "Thinkin' about slaying a Drakkor. And how not nervous I am about doing that," Dirk says, and he doesn't care one iota if Kimmy can read that lie. Black oil-goop drips down the walls of the winding staircase that leads to King Possum's Pizza Theater.

与此同时，德克和吉米朝披萨剧院走去…… 这是我听过的最令人不安的声音了。 什么声音?我什么也没听到。 从你的大脑中发出的声音害怕。 “嘿!”德克惊呼道，突然琢磨着吉米说的话。 “你听到的不是恐惧。 这是准备。意志坚强的准备。 我们快到披萨剧院了，我在准备。 别再读我的心了！”“好dokers。 我理解读心术的同意，”吉米说。 过了一会儿，她说：“哦，你在想什么？”“我想杀掉一个德拉科。 德克说，他一点也不在乎吉米能不能识破他的谎言。 黑色的油糊沿着通往国王负鼠披萨剧院的旋转楼梯的墙壁滴下。

The steps are littered with bones, and every few moments, there's a CRACK as one is crunched beneath Dirk's boots. There is one final CRACK as Dirk and Kimmy reach a pair of red double doors. "Let's do it, do it!" Kimmy chirps. "Pizza Theater time!" Dirk grunts and nudges open the door, revealing a large, circular auditorium. Rings of dining tables encircle a large center stage: a theater in the round. Light seeps through fake stained-glass windows— and Dirk sees discolored, discarded strips of something that are scattered and draped across the theater. "Oh man," Dirk says. "I think that stuff is..."

台阶上到处都是骨头，每隔几分钟，德克的靴子就会发出嘎吱嘎吱的声音。 当德克和吉米到达一对红色的双门时，最后一声巨响。 “我们开始吧，开始吧！”吉米啾啾。 “比萨剧场时间！”德克哼了一声，用胳膊肘推开了门，里面是一个巨大的圆形礼堂。 一圈一圈的餐桌围绕着一个巨大的中央舞台：一个圆形的剧院。 光线透过假的彩色玻璃窗渗透进来，德克看到了散落在剧院各处的变色的、被丢弃的东西。 “哦，天哪，”德克说。“我觉得那东西……”

skin. It smells nice for skin. I wonder if they sell it as a candle? I'm gonna check the gift shop for a skin candle on our way out, but don't worry if the slang goes well, you get a treat too dark, but only if the slang goes well. "It does not smell nice," Dirk grumbles, yanking his shirt collar up over his nose. "It smells like that black oil-goop stuff." Kimmy picks up one of the long strips and slowly rubs a finger over it. "This is old." Dirk leans in, eyeing the strip. "Looks like a snake's skin, after it's molted. You said the Drakkor keeps getting bigger, right? Maybe it sheds this when it levels up. When it gets more evil."

皮肤。闻起来对皮肤很好。 不知道他们会不会把它当蜡烛卖？ 我们出去的时候我会去礼品店看看有没有皮肤蜡烛，但别担心，如果俗语说得好，你会得到一份太黑的礼物，但前提是俗语说得好。 “味道不太好闻。”德克抱怨道，猛地把衬衫领子拉到鼻子上。 “闻起来像黑色的油黏糊糊的东西。” Kimmy拿起一条长条，慢慢地用手指在上面摩擦。 “这是旧的。”德克倾身向前，盯着长条。 “看起来像蜕皮后的蛇皮。 你说德拉库越来越大，对吧？ 也许它在上升的时候会脱落。 当它变得更邪恶的时候。”

"Doesn't taste evil!" Kimmy says, stuffing a balled-up wad of the skin into her mouth. "You are so weird, Kimmy." She pauses, chewing. "Huh. In fact, if I had to say... it tastes more like—" "No, do NOT tell me. Just—no." A soft, steady rumbling can be heard from overhead. Their gazes jerk upward, just in time to see bits of dust from the ceiling. "I think the Drakkor's asleep directly above us," Dirk whispers. Kimmy points across the theater to a door labeled ROOF ACCESS: EMPLOYEES ONLY. "Then that's our path to the Drakkor. Ahh, bummer—we're not employees." "Pretty sure we'll be OK," Dirk says.

“尝起来不邪恶！”吉米边说边把一团鸡皮塞进嘴里。 “你真奇怪，吉米。” 她停顿了一下，咀嚼着。“嗯。 事实上，如果我不得不说… 它尝起来更像——”“不，别告诉我。 没有。”头顶传来一阵轻柔而稳定的隆隆声。 他们的目光向上一跳，正好看到天花板上的灰尘。 “我想德拉科就在我们正上方睡着了。”德克低声说。 吉米指着剧院对面的一扇门，门上写着“屋顶通道：仅限员工使用”。 “那么这就是我们去德拉科的路了。 啊，真倒霉，我们不是雇员。” “我很确定我们会没事的，”德克说。