7 Mudbloods and Murmurs

CHAPTER SEVEN MUDBLOODS AND MURMURS Harry spent a lot of time over the next few days dodging out of sight whenever he saw Gilderoy Lockhart coming down a corridor. Harder to avoid was Colin Creevey, who seemed to have memorized Harry's schedule. Nothing

第七章泥巴种和窃窃私语在接下来的几天里，每当哈利看见吉德罗·洛哈特从走廊上走下来，他就花很多时间躲起来。 更难避开的是科林·克里维，他似乎记住了哈利的课程表。 没有什么

seemed to give Colin a bigger thrill than to say, "All right, Harry?" six or seven times a day and hear, "Hello, Colin," back, however exasperated Harry sounded when he said it. Hedwig was still angry with Harry about the disastrous car journey and Ron's wand was still malfunctioning, surpassing itself on Friday morning by shooting out of Ron's hand in Charms and hitting tiny old Professor Flitwick squarely between the eyes, creating a large, throbbing green boil where it had struck. So with one thing and another, Harry was quite glad to reach the weekend. He, Ron, and Hermione were planning to visit Hagrid on Saturday morning. Harry, however, was shaken awake several hours earlier than he would have liked by Oliver Wood, Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. "Whassamatter?" said Harry groggily. "Quidditch practice!" said Wood. "Come on!"

似乎比每天说六七次“你好，哈利？”并听到“你好，科林”的回答更能让科林兴奋，不管哈利说这话时听起来有多生气。 海德薇还在为那次倒霉的汽车之旅生哈利的气，罗恩的魔杖还在出故障，在星期五上午的魔咒课上，魔杖从罗恩的手中飞了出去，正好打在了弗立维教授的两眼中间，在击中的地方炸出了一个跳动的绿色大疖子。 不管怎样，哈利很高兴到了周末。 他、罗恩和赫敏打算星期六上午去看海格。 然而，哈利被格兰芬多魁地奇队队长奥利弗·伍德摇醒了，比他希望的时间提前了几个小时。 “什么事？”哈利昏昏沉沉地问。 “魁地奇训练！”伍德说。 “来吧!”

Harry squinted at the window. There was a thin mist hanging across the pink-and-gold sky. Now that he was awake, he couldn't understand how he could have slept through the racket the birds were making. "Oliver," Harry croaked. "It's the crack of dawn." "Exactly," said Wood. He was a tall and burly sixth year and, at the moment, his eyes were gleaming with a crazed enthusiasm. "It's part of our new training program. Come on, grab your broom, and let's go," said Wood heartily. "None of the other teams have started training yet; we're going to be first off the mark this year—" Yawning and shivering slightly, Harry climbed out of bed and tried to find his Quidditch robes. "Good man," said Wood. "Meet you on the field in fifteen minutes." When he'd found his scarlet team robes and pulled on his cloak for warmth, Harry scribbled a

哈利眯着眼睛望着窗户。 粉红色和金色的天空上笼罩着一层薄雾。 现在他醒了，他不明白他怎么能在鸟的喧闹声中睡着。 “奥利弗。”哈利嘶哑地说。“现在是黎明时分。” “没错。”伍德说。他是一个高大魁梧的六年级学生，此刻，他的眼睛里闪烁着狂热的光芒。 “这是我们新培训计划的一部分。 来吧，拿上你的扫帚，我们走。”伍德热情地说。 “其他球队还没有开始训练；哈利打着哈欠，微微颤抖着，爬下床，想找他的魁地奇球袍。 “好样的。”伍德说。“十五分钟后在球场见。” 哈利找到猩红色的队袍，披上斗篷取暖，匆匆写了一个

note to Ron explaining where he'd gone and went down the spiral staircase to the common room, his Nimbus Two Thousand on his shoulder. He had just reached the portrait hole when there was a clatter behind him and Colin Creevey came dashing down the spiral staircase, his camera swinging madly around his neck and something clutched in his hand. "I heard someone saying your name on the stairs, Harry! Look what I've got here! I've had it developed, I wanted to show you—" Harry looked bemusedly at the photograph Colin was brandishing under his nose. A moving, black-and-white Lockhart was tugging hard on an arm Harry recognized as his own. He was pleased to see that his photographic self was putting up a good fight and refusing to be dragged into view. As Harry watched, Lockhart gave up and slumped, panting, against the white edge of the picture.

他给罗恩留了一张便条，解释他去了哪里，然后扛着他的光轮2000走下螺旋形楼梯，来到公共休息室。 他刚走到肖像洞口，身后咔哒一声，科林·克里维从螺旋形楼梯上冲了下来，他的相机在脖子上疯狂地晃来晃去，手里抓着什么东西。 “我听见有人在楼梯上叫你的名字，哈利！”看我带来了什么！我把它冲洗出来了，我想给你看看——”哈利茫然地看着科林在他鼻子底下挥舞的照片。 一个移动着的、黑白相间的洛哈特使劲地拽着一只胳膊，哈利认出那是他自己的。 他很高兴地看到，照片上的自己正在顽强地抗争，拒绝被拖进镜头。 哈利看着，洛哈特放弃了，倒在照片的白色边缘上，喘着粗气。

"Will you sign it?" said Colin eagerly. "No," said Harry flatly, glancing around to check that the room was really deserted. "Sorry, Colin, I'm in a hurry Quidditch practice—" He climbed through the portrait hole. "Oh, wow! Wait for me! I've never watched a Quidditch game before!" Colin scrambled through the hole after him. "It'll be really boring," Harry said quickly, but Colin ignored him, his face shining with excitement. "You were the youngest House player in a hundred years, weren't you, Harry? Weren't you?" said Colin, trotting alongside him. "You must be brilliant. I've never flown. Is it easy? Is that your own broom? Is that the best one there is?" Harry didn't know how to get rid of him. It was like having an extremely talkative shadow. "I don't really understand Quidditch," said Colin breathlessly. "Is it true there are four balls?

“你会签字吗？”科林急切地问。 “没有。”哈利断然地说，扫视了一下四周，看看房间里是否真的没有人。 “对不起，科林，我赶着去参加魁地奇训练——”他从肖像洞口爬了进去。 “哦,哇!等等我！我从来没看过魁地奇比赛！”科林跟着他爬出了洞。 “会很无聊的。”哈利赶紧说，但科林没有理他，他的脸上洋溢着兴奋的光芒。 “你是一百年来最年轻的学院球员，是不是，哈利？” 你不是吗？”科林说着，小跑着跟在他身边。 “你一定很聪明。我从来没坐过飞机。 容易吗？那是你自己的扫帚吗？ 这是最好的吗？”哈利不知道怎样才能摆脱他。 就像有一个非常健谈的影子。 “我不太懂魁地奇。”科林上气不接下气地说。 “真的有四个球吗？”

And two of them fly around trying to knock people off their brooms?" "Yes," said Harry heavily, resigned to explaining the complicated rules of Quidditch. "They're called Bludgers. There are two Beaters on each team who carry clubs to beat the Bludgers away from their side. Fred and George Weasley are the Gryffindor Beaters." "And what are the other balls for?" Colin asked, tripping down a couple of steps because he was gazing open-mouthed at Harry. "Well, the Quaffle that's the biggish red one is the one that scores goals. Three Chasers on each team throw the Quaffle to each other and try and get it through the goalposts at the end of the pitch they're three long poles with hoops on the end." "And the fourth ball—" "—is the Golden Snitch," said Harry, "and it's very small, very fast, and difficult to catch. But

其中两个人飞来飞去，想把人从飞天扫帚上撞下来？”“是的。”哈利沉重地说，听天由命地解释魁地奇的复杂规则。 “它们叫游走球。每队有两名击球手，他们拿着棍棒把游走球从自己身边打走。 弗雷德和乔治·韦斯莱是格兰芬多的击球手。” “其他的球是干什么用的？”科林问，因为张大了嘴巴盯着哈利，他从台阶上绊了一下。 “嗯，那个红色较大的鬼飞球就是得分的那个。 每队各有三名追球手把鬼飞球传给对方，并设法把球从球场尽头的门柱上传过去。门柱是三根长长的杆子，顶上有圆环。” “——是金色飞贼，”哈利说，“它很小，很快，很难抓住。 但