11 The Firebolt

CHAPTER ELEVEN The Firebolt Harry didn't have a very clear idea of how he had managed to get back into the Honeydukes cellar, through the tunnel and into the castle once more. All he knew was that the return trip seemed to take no time at all, and that he hardly noticed what he was doing, because his head was still pounding with the conversation he had just heard. Why had nobody ever told him? Dumbledore, Hagrid, Mr Weasley, Cornelius Fudge… why hadn't anyone ever mentioned the fact that Harry's parents had died because their best friend had betrayed them? Ron and Hermione watched Harry nervously all through dinner, not daring to talk about what

第十一章火弩箭哈利不太清楚自己是怎么回到蜂蜜公爵的地窖里的，又是怎么穿过隧道进入城堡的。 他只知道回程似乎根本不需要花时间，他几乎没有注意到自己在做什么，因为刚刚听到的对话还在他的脑海里轰轰作响。 为什么没有人告诉他？ 邓布利多、海格、韦斯莱先生、康奈利·福吉……为什么从来没有人提到哈利的父母因为他们最好的朋友背叛了他们而死去的事实？ 吃饭的时候，罗恩和赫敏一直紧张地看着哈利，不敢说什么

they'd overheard, because Percy was sitting close by them. When they went upstairs to the crowded common room, it was to find Fred and George had set off half-a-dozen Dungbombs in a fit of end-ofterm high spirits. Harry, who didn't want Fred and George asking him whether he'd reached Hogsmeade or not, sneaked quietly up to the empty dormitory, and headed straight for his bedside cabinet. He pushed his books aside and quickly found what he was looking for–the leather-bound photo album Hagrid had given him two years ago, which was full of wizard pictures of his mother and father. He sat down on his bed, drew the hangings around him, and started turning the pages, searching, until… He stopped on a picture of his parents' wedding day. There was his father waving up at him, beaming, the untidy black hair Harry had inherited standing up in all directions. There was his mother, alight with happiness, arm in arm with his Dad. And there… that must be him. Their best man… Harry had never given him a thought before.

因为珀西就坐在他们旁边。 当他们上楼来到拥挤的公共休息室时，却发现弗雷德和乔治在学期结束时兴高采烈地引爆了六枚大粪弹。 哈利不想让弗雷德和乔治问他是否到了霍格莫德村，他悄悄溜到空荡荡的宿舍，径直朝床头柜走去。 他把书推到一边，很快找到了他要找的东西——海格两年前送给他的皮面相册，里面全是他父母的巫师照。 他坐在床上，拉上身上的窗帘，开始翻动书页，寻找，直到……他停在一张父母结婚那天的照片上。 他父亲微笑着向他招手，哈利继承的那一头乱蓬蓬的黑发向四面八方竖了起来。 他的妈妈和他的爸爸手挽着手，满面春风。 那边，一定是他。 他们的伴郎……哈利以前从来没有想到过他。

If he hadn't known it was the same person, he would never have guessed it was Black in this old photograph. His face wasn't sunken and waxy, but handsome, full of laughter. Had he already been working for Voldemort when this picture had been taken? Was he already planning the deaths of the two people next to him? Did he realise he was facing twelve years in Azkaban, twelve years which would make him unrecognisable? But the Dementors don't affect him, Harry thought, staring into the handsome, laughing face. He doesn't have to hear my Mum screaming if they get too close– Harry slammed the album shut, reached over and stuffed it back into his cabinet, took off his robes and glasses and got into bed, making sure the hangings were hiding him from view. The dormitory door opened. 'Harry?' said Ron's voice uncertainly. But Harry lay still, pretending to be asleep. He heard Ron leave again, and rolled over on his back, his eyes wide open.

如果他不知道这是同一个人，他绝不会猜到这张老照片上的人就是布莱克。 他的脸不是凹陷的、蜡黄的，而是英俊的、充满笑声的。 拍这张照片的时候，他是不是已经在为伏地魔卖命了？ 他是不是已经在策划杀害他身边的两个人了？ 他有没有意识到他将在阿兹卡班面临12年监禁，这12年将使他变得面目全非？ “但是摄魂怪对他没有影响，”哈利盯着那张英俊的笑脸想。 如果他们靠得太近，他就不会听到妈妈的尖叫了——哈利砰地一声合上相册，伸手把它塞回柜子里，脱下长袍和眼镜，躺在床上，确保帷幔挡住了别人的视线。 宿舍的门开了。 “哈利?罗恩的声音不确定地说。 但哈利静静地躺着，假装睡着了。 他听见罗恩又走了，就翻了个身，眼睛睁得大大的。

A hatred such as he had never known before was coursing through Harry like poison. He could see Black laughing at him through the darkness, as though somebody had pasted the picture from the album over his eyes. He watched, as though somebody was playing him a piece of film, Sirius Black blasting Peter Pettigrew (who resembled Neville Longbottom) into a thousand pieces. He could hear (though he had no idea what Black's voice might sound like) a low, excited mutter. 'It has happened, my Lord… the Potters have made me their Secret Keeper…' And then came another voice, laughing shrilly, the same laugh that Harry heard inside his head whenever the Dementors drew near… 'Harry, you–you look terrible.' Harry hadn't got to sleep until daybreak. He had awoken to find the dormitory deserted, dressed and gone down the spiral staircase to a common room that was completely empty except for Ron, who was eating a Peppermint Toad and massaging

一种他从未有过的仇恨像毒药一样在哈利的身体里蔓延。 他可以透过黑暗看到布莱克在嘲笑他，好像有人把画册上的照片贴在了他的眼睛上。 他看着小天狼星布莱克把小矮星彼得（长得像纳威隆巴顿）炸成碎片，就好像有人在给他放电影一样。 他可以听到（虽然他不知道布莱克的声音听起来像什么）一种低沉的、兴奋的喃喃自语。 “事情发生了，主人……波特夫妇让我做他们的保密人……”接着又传来另一个声音，尖声大笑，就是每当摄魂怪靠近时，哈利脑子里就会听到的那种笑声……“哈利，你——你看起来糟透了。”哈利直到天亮才睡觉。 他醒来时发现宿舍里空无一人。他穿好衣服，走下螺旋形楼梯，来到一间公共休息室，里面空荡荡的，只有罗恩在吃着薄荷蟾蜍糖，一边按摩

his stomach, and Hermione, who had spread her homework over three tables. 'Where is everyone?' said Harry. 'Gone! It's the first day of the holidays, remember?' said Ron, watching Harry closely. 'It's nearly lunchtime, I was going to come and wake you up in a minute.' Harry slumped into a chair next to the fire. Snow was still falling outside the windows. Crookshanks was spread out in front of the fire like a large, ginger rug. 'You really don't look well, you know,' Hermione said, peering anxiously into his face. 'I'm fine,' said Harry. 'Harry, listen,' said Hermione, exchanging a look with Ron, 'you must be really upset about what we heard yesterday. But the thing is, you mustn't go doing anything stupid.' 'Like what?' said Harry. 'Like trying to go after Black,' said Ron sharply.

还有赫敏，她把作业摊在了三张桌子上。 “人都到哪儿去了？”哈利问。 “走了!”这是假期的第一天，记得吗？罗恩说，仔细地看着哈利。 “快到午饭时间了，我本来打算马上来叫你起床的。”哈利一屁股坐在炉火旁的椅子上。 窗外仍在下雪。 克鲁克山摊开在炉火前，像一张姜黄色的大地毯。 “你的脸色真的不太好，你知道。”赫敏说，焦急地盯着他的脸。 “我很好。”哈利说。“哈利，听着，”赫敏说，和罗恩交换了一下眼色，“你一定对我们昨天听到的事情感到很难过。 但问题是，你不能去做傻事。“比如说？”哈利问。 “比如去追布莱克。”罗恩尖锐地说。

Harry could tell they had rehearsed this conversation while he had been asleep. He didn't say anything. 'You won't, will you, Harry?' said Hermione. 'Because Black's not worth dying for,' said Ron. Harry looked at them. They didn't seem to understand at all. 'D'you know what I see and hear every time a Dementor gets too near me?' Ron and Hermione shook their heads, looking apprehensive. 'I can hear my mum screaming and pleading with Voldemort. And if you'd heard your mum screaming like that, just about to be killed, you wouldn't forget it in a hurry. And if you found out someone who was supposed to be a friend of hers betrayed her and sent Voldemort after her–' 'There's nothing you can do!' said Hermione, looking stricken. 'The Dementors will catch Black and he'll go back to Azkaban and–and serve him right!' 'You heard what Fudge said. Black isn't affected by Azkaban like normal people are. It's

哈利看得出来，他们在他睡着的时候排练过这段对话。 他什么也没说。“你不会的，是不是，哈利？”赫敏说。 “因为布莱克不值得为他而死。”罗恩说。 哈利看着他们。他们似乎一点也不明白。 “你知道每次摄魂怪靠近我的时候，我都看到和听到什么吗？”罗恩和赫敏摇了摇头，显得很担心。 “我能听到我妈妈在尖叫，在恳求伏地魔。 如果你听到你妈妈在被杀之前那样尖叫，你不会很快忘记的。 如果你发现一个本该是她朋友的人背叛了她，派伏地魔去抓她——”“你什么也做不了！赫敏说，显得很难过。 “摄魂怪会抓住布莱克的，他会回到阿兹卡班——活该！”“你听到福吉说的话了。” 布莱克不像正常人那样受到阿兹卡班的影响。 这是