13 Mad-Eye Moody

—CHAPTER THIRTEEN— Mad-Eye Moody The storm had blown itself out by the following morning, though the ceiling in the Great Hall was still gloomy; heavy clouds of pewter grey swirled overhead as Harry, Ron and Hermione examined their new timetables at breakfast. A few seats along, Fred, George and Lee Jordan were discussing magical methods of ageing themselves and bluffing their way into the Triwizard Tournament. 'Today's not bad… outside all morning,' said Ron, who was running his finger down his timetable, 'Herbology with the Hufflepuffs and Care of Magical Creatures… damn it, we're still with the Slytherins…'

第十三章疯眼汉穆迪第二天早晨，暴风雨已经停了，但大礼堂的天花板仍然阴沉沉的。哈利、罗恩和赫敏在吃早饭时查看他们的新课程表，浓重的锡灰色乌云在头顶盘旋。 隔着几个座位，弗雷德、乔治和李·乔丹正在讨论让自己变老的魔法方法，并通过虚张声势进入三强争霸赛。 “今天还不错……整个上午都在外面，”罗恩说，一边用手指在课程表上翻看，“赫奇帕奇的草药课和保护神奇生物课……该死，我们还在斯莱特林……”

'Double Divination this afternoon,' Harry groaned, looking down. Divination was his least favourite subject, apart from Potions. Professor Trelawney kept predicting Harry's death, which he found extremely annoying. 'You should have given it up like me, shouldn't you?' said Hermione briskly, buttering herself some toast. 'Then you'd be doing something sensible like Arithmancy.' 'You're eating again, I notice,' said Ron, watching Hermione add liberal amounts of jam to her buttered toast. 'I've decided there are better ways of making a stand about elf rights,' said Hermione haughtily. 'Yeah… and you were hungry,' said Ron, grinning. There was a sudden rustling noise above them, and a hundred owls came soaring through the open windows, carrying the morning mail. Instinctively, Harry looked up, but there was no sign of white among the mass of brown and grey. The owls circled the tables, looking for the people to whom their letters and packages were

“今天下午两节占卜课。”哈利低着头呻吟道。 除了魔药课，占卜课是他最不喜欢的科目。 特里劳妮教授一直预言哈利会死，这让他非常恼火。 “你应该像我一样放弃的，不是吗？”赫敏轻快地说，一边给自己抹了点面包。 “那你就可以去学算术占卜之类的东西了。“我注意到你又在吃东西了。”罗恩说，看着赫敏把大量的果酱加到她的黄油吐司上。 “我认为还有更好的办法来表明对小精灵权利的立场。”赫敏傲慢地说。 “是啊……而且你饿了。”罗恩说，咧嘴笑了。 他们头顶上突然传来一阵沙沙的声音，一百只猫头鹰从敞开的窗户飞了进来，送来了早晨的邮件。 哈利本能地抬起头来，但在一片棕色和灰色中没有白色的影子。 猫头鹰在桌子上盘旋，寻找收到信件和包裹的人

addressed. A large tawny owl soared down to Neville Longbottom and deposited a parcel in his lap– Neville almost always forgot to pack something. On the other side of the Hall Draco Malfoy's eagle owl had landed on his shoulder, carrying what looked like his usual supply of sweets and cakes from home. Trying to ignore the sinking feeling of disappointment in his stomach, Harry returned to his porridge. Was it possible that something had happened to Hedwig, and that Sirius hadn't even got his letter? His preoccupation lasted all the way across the sodden vegetable path until they arrived in greenhouse three, but here hewas distracted by Professor Sprout showing the class the ugliest plants Harry had ever seen. Indeed, they looked less like plants than thick black giant slugs, protruding vertically out of the soil. Each was squirming slightly, and had a number of large, shiny swellings upon it, which appeared to be full of liquid. 'Bubotubers,' Professor Sprout told them briskly. 'They need squeezing. You will collect the

解决。一只黄褐色的大猫头鹰飞到纳威隆巴顿身边，把一个包裹放在他腿上——纳威几乎总是忘记带东西。 在礼堂的另一边，德拉科·马尔福的鹰鸮落在了他的肩上，似乎从家里带了一些糖果和蛋糕。 哈利努力不去理会胃里那种沮丧的感觉，继续喝他的粥。 有没有可能海德薇出了什么事，小天狼星甚至没有收到他的信？ 穿过湿漉漉的菜道，一直走到第三温室，他的心事一直持续着。但在这里，斯普劳特教授向全班展示了哈利从未见过的最难看的植物，他的注意力被转移了。 的确，它们看起来不像植物，更像厚厚的黑色巨型鼻涕虫，垂直地伸出土壤。 每个人都微微蠕动着，身上有许多亮晶晶的大肿块，似乎充满了液体。 “Bubotubers。”斯普劳特教授轻快地告诉他们。 他们需要挤压。你将收集

pus–' 'The what?' said Seamus Finnigan, sounding revolted. 'Pus, Finnigan, pus,' said Professor Sprout, 'and it's extremely valuable, so don't waste it. You will collect the pus, I say, in these bottles. Wear your dragon-hide gloves, it can do funny things to the skin when undiluted, Bubotuber pus.' Squeezing the Bubotubers was disgusting, but oddly satisfying. As each swelling was popped, a large amount of thick yellowish green liquid burst forth, which smelled strongly of petrol. They caught it in the bottles as Professor Sprout had indicated, and by the end of the lesson had collected several pints. 'This'll keep Madam Pomfrey happy,' said Professor Sprout, stoppering the last bottle with a cork. 'An excellent remedy for the more stubborn forms of acne, Bubotuber pus. Should stop students resorting to desperate measures to rid themselves of pimples.' 'Like poor Eloise Midgen,' said Hannah Abbott, a Hufflepuff, in a hushed voice. 'She tried to curse

脓——”“什么？西莫·斐尼甘说，听上去很反感。 “脓液，斐尼甘，脓液，”斯普劳特教授说，“它极其珍贵，所以不要浪费。 我说，你要把脓液收集在这些瓶子里。 戴上你的龙皮手套，未经稀释的Bubotuber脓水会对皮肤产生有趣的影响。”挤Bubotubers是恶心的，但奇怪的是令人满意。 当每一个鼓点被戳破时，大量粘稠的黄绿色液体喷涌而出，散发出强烈的汽油味。 他们按照斯普劳特教授的指示，把它装进瓶子里，到这节课结束的时候，已经收集了好几品脱了。 “这会让庞弗雷夫人高兴的。”斯普劳特教授说着，用软木塞塞上了最后一瓶酒。 “对于顽固的痤疮，Bubotuber脓液是一种极好的治疗方法。” 应该阻止学生采取绝望的措施来摆脱自己的青春痘。“就像可怜的埃洛伊丝·米德根。”赫奇帕奇的汉娜·阿博特压低声音说。 她想骂人

hers off.' 'Silly girl,' said Professor Sprout, shaking her head. 'But Madam Pomfrey fixed her nose back on in the end.' A booming bell echoed from the castle across the wet grounds, signalling the end of the lesson, and the class separated; the Hufflepuffs climbing the stone steps for Transfiguration, and the Gryffindors heading in the other direction, down the sloping lawn towards Hagrid's small wooden cabin, which stood on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Hagrid was standing outside his hut, one hand on the collar of his enormous black boarhound, Fang. There were several open wooden crates on the ground at his feet, and Fang was whimpering and straining at his collar, apparently keen to investigate the contents more closely. As they drew nearer, an odd rattling noise reached their ears, punctuated by what sounded like minor explosions. 'Mornin'!' Hagrid said, grinning at Harry, Ron and Hermione. 'Be'er wait fer the Slytherins, they

她的了。“傻姑娘。”斯普劳特教授摇着头说。 “但是庞弗雷夫人最后把她的鼻子装回去了。”一阵低沉的铃声从城堡里传来，穿过潮湿的场地，表示下课了，同学们分开了。赫奇帕奇的学生爬上石阶去上变形课，格兰芬多的学生则朝相反的方向走去，他们沿着倾斜的草坪朝海格的小木屋走去，小屋坐落在禁林的边缘。 海格站在小屋外面，一只手抓着他那只巨大的黑色大猎狗牙牙的项圈。 他脚边的地上有几个打开的木箱，牙牙在呜咽着，使劲抓着他的衣领，显然想更仔细地检查里面的东西。 当他们走近时，一种奇怪的嘎嘎声传到了他们的耳朵里，中间夹杂着类似轻微爆炸的声音。 “早晨好”!”海格笑着对哈利、罗恩和赫敏说。 “他会等斯莱特林的，他们。

won' want ter miss this– Blast-Ended Skrewts!' 'Come again?' said Ron. Hagrid pointed down into the crates. 'Eurgh!' squealed Lavender Brown, jumping backwards. 'Eurgh' just about summed up the Blast-Ended Skrewts, in Harry's opinion. They looked like deformed, shell-less lobsters, horribly pale and slimy-looking, with legs sticking out in very odd places and no visible heads. There were about a hundred of them in each crate, each about six inches long, crawling over each other, bumping blindly into the sides of the boxes. They were giving off a very powerful smell of rotting fish. Every now and then, sparks would fly out of the end of a Skrewt and, with a small phut, it would be propelled forwards several inches. 'On'y jus' hatched,' said Hagrid proudly, 'so yeh'll be able ter raise 'em yerselves! Thought we'd make a bit of a project of it!' 'And why would we want to raise them?' said a cold voice.

我不想错过这个——炸尾螺！“再来？”罗恩说。 海格指着下面的板条箱。 “Eurgh !拉文德·布朗尖叫着，向后一跳。 在哈利看来，“恶心”几乎就是炸尾螺的概括。 它们看起来像畸形的、没有壳的龙虾，苍白得可怕，看上去黏糊糊的，腿在很奇怪的地方伸出来，没有看得见的头。 每个箱子里大约有一百只，每只大约六英寸长，它们互相爬在一起，盲目地撞在箱子的边上。 它们散发出一股强烈的腐鱼味。 每隔一段时间，炸尾螺的尾部就会迸出火花，啪的一声，它就会向前推进几英寸。 “他们刚孵出来，”海格骄傲地说，“这样你们就可以自己抚养他们了！我想我们可以把它做成一个小项目！“我们为什么要养他们呢？”一个冰冷的声音说。