1 The Boy Who Lived

Harry Potter AND THE SORCERERS STONE by J. K. ROWLING

《哈利·波特与魔法石》 罗琳

CHAPTER ONE THE BOY WHO LIVED Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense. Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy

第一章活下来的男孩住在女贞路四号的德思礼先生和夫人很自豪地说他们完全正常，非常感谢。 他们是你最不希望卷入任何奇怪或神秘的事情的人，因为他们就是不接受这种无稽之谈。 德思礼先生是格朗宁斯公司的主管，这家公司生产钻头。 他是个魁梧结实的人

man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere. The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be. The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbors would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had a

几乎没有脖子的男人，尽管他有一个很大的胡子。 德思礼太太身材瘦削，金发碧眼，脖子几乎是平时的两倍长，这很有用，因为她花了很多时间把头探过花园的栅栏，监视邻居们。 德思礼家有个小儿子叫达力，在他们看来，没有比他更好的孩子了。 德思礼一家拥有他们想要的一切，但他们也有一个秘密，他们最担心的是有人会发现这个秘密。 他们觉得如果有人发现波特一家的事，他们就受不了了。 波特夫人是德思礼夫人的妹妹，但她们已经好几年没见面了。事实上，德思礼太太假装自己没有妹妹，因为她姐姐和她那一无是处的丈夫都是德思礼家的人。 德思礼一家一想到如果波特一家来到街上，邻居们会说些什么，就不寒而栗。 德思礼一家知道波特一家有

small son, too, but they had never even seen him. This boy was another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that. When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dull, gray Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country. Mr. Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for work, and Mrs. Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair. None of them noticed a large, tawny owl flutter past the window. At half past eight, Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs. Dursley on the cheek, and tried to kiss Dudley good-bye but missed, because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the walls. "Little tyke," chortled Mr.

还有一个小儿子，但他们从来没见过他。 这个男孩是让波特一家远离的另一个好理由；他们不想让达力和那样的孩子混在一起。 当德思礼夫妇在那个阴沉、灰暗的星期二醒来时，我们的故事开始了。外面多云的天空没有任何迹象表明，奇怪而神秘的事情即将在全国各地发生。 德思礼先生一边哼着歌，一边挑选他最无聊的领带去上班。德思礼太太一边开心地闲聊着，一边把尖叫的达力抱到他的高椅子上。 他们谁也没有注意到一只黄褐色的大猫头鹰振翅飞过窗户。 八点半的时候，德思礼先生拿起公文包，在德思礼夫人的脸颊上亲了一下，又想跟达力吻别，可是没亲到，因为达力正在发脾气，把麦片扔到墙上。 “小家伙。”

Dursley as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out of number four's drive. It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar — a cat reading a map. For a second, Mr. Dursley didn't realize what he had seen — then he jerked his head around to look again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light. Mr. Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It stared back. As Mr. Dursley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive — no, looking at the sign; cats couldn't read maps or signs. Mr. Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove toward town he thought of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping to get that day.

德思礼说，他离开了房子。 他上了车，从四号的车道上倒了出来。 就在街角，他注意到第一个奇怪的迹象——一只猫在看地图。 一时间，德思礼先生没有意识到自己看到了什么——然后他猛地转过头去看。 有一只虎斑猫站在女贞路的拐角处，但没有看到地图。 他在想什么呢？ 这一定是光的把戏。 德思礼先生眨了眨眼睛，盯着那只猫。 它盯着我看。德思礼先生开车拐过街角，沿路而上，他从镜子里看到了那只猫。 它现在正在看那块写着女贞路的牌子——不，是看着牌子；猫看不懂地图或指示牌。 德思礼先生轻轻抖了抖身子，把那只猫从脑子里赶了出去。 当他开车去镇上的时候，除了希望那天能得到一大批钻机，他什么也没想。

But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in cloaks. Mr. Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes — the getups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these weirdos standing quite close by. They were whispering excitedly together. Mr. Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald-green cloak! The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr. Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt — these people were obviously collecting for something... yes, that would be it. The traffic moved on and a few

但在小镇的边缘，钻头被别的东西赶出了他的脑海。 当他像往常一样坐在早晨的交通堵塞中时，他不禁注意到周围似乎有很多穿着奇怪的人。 穿斗篷的人。德思礼先生不能容忍人们穿奇装异服——就像你在年轻人身上看到的那种装束！他以为这是什么愚蠢的新时尚。 他用手指敲打着方向盘，他的目光落在了一群站在附近的怪人身上。 他们兴奋地在一起窃窃私语。 德思礼先生看到他们中有两个一点也不年轻，大为光火。那人一定比他年纪大，还披着一件翡翠绿的斗篷！他胆子真大！但这时德思礼先生突然想到，这可能是个愚蠢的把戏——这些人显然是在为什么东西募捐…… 是的，就是这样。车辆继续前进