33 The Death Eaters

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE The Death Eaters Voldemort looked away from Harry, and began examining his own body. His hands were like large, pale spiders; his long white fingers caressed his own chest, his arms, his face; the red eyes, whose pupils were slits, like a cat's, gleamed still more brightly through the darkness. He held up his hands, and flexed the fingers, his expression rapt and exultant. He took not the slightest notice of Wormtail, who lay twitching and bleeding on the ground, nor of the great snake, which had slithered back into sight, and was circling Harry again, hissing. Voldemort slipped one of those unnaturally long-fingered hands into a deep pocket, and drew out a wand. He caressed it

第三十三章食死徒伏地魔把目光从哈利身上移开，开始检查自己的身体。 他的手像又大又白的蜘蛛；他又长又白的手指抚摸着自己的胸膛、胳膊和脸；那双红色的眼睛在黑暗中更加明亮，瞳孔像猫的眼睛一样是两条缝。 他举起双手，伸了伸手指，脸上露出狂喜的表情。 他根本没有注意躺在地上抽搐着流血的虫尾巴，也没有注意那条大蛇，它已经爬回了他的视线，又在哈利周围盘旋，发出嘶嘶声。 伏地魔把一只长得异乎寻常的手伸进了他深深的口袋，抽出了一根魔杖。 他抚摸着它

gently, too; and then he raised it, and pointed it at Wormtail, who was lifted off the ground, and thrown against the headstone where Harry was tied; he fell to the foot of it and lay there, crumpled up and crying. Voldemort turned his scarlet eyes upon Harry, laughing a high, cold, mirthless laugh. Wormtail's robes were shining with blood now; he had wrapped the stump of his arm in them. 'My Lord…' he choked, 'my Lord… you promised… you did promise…' 'Hold out your arm,' said Voldemort lazily. 'Oh, master… thank you, master…' He extended the bleeding stump, but Voldemort laughed again. 'The other arm, Wormtail.' 'Master, please… please…' Voldemort bent down, and pulled out Wormtail's left arm; he forced the sleeve of Wormtail's robes up past his elbow, and Harry saw something upon the skin there, something like a vivid red tattoo–a skull, with a snake protruding from its mouth–the same image that had appeared in the sky at the Quidditch World Cup:

温和地;然后他举起魔杖，指着虫尾巴，虫尾巴被举起离开地面，砸在绑着哈利的墓碑上。他倒在山脚下，蜷缩着躺在那里哭。 伏地魔把鲜红的眼睛转向哈利，发出一声高亢、冷酷、无情的笑声。 虫尾巴的长袍现在被鲜血染得闪闪发亮；他把胳膊的残肢裹在里面。 “主人……”他哽咽着说，“主人……你答应过……你确实答应过……” “哦，主人……谢谢你，主人……”他伸出流血的断肢，伏地魔又笑了。 “另一只胳膊，虫尾巴。“主人，求求你……求求你……”伏地魔弯下腰，抽出虫尾巴的左臂。他把虫尾巴袍子的袖子撩到胳膊肘以上，哈利在那里的皮肤上看到了什么东西，像是一个鲜红色的纹身——一个头骨，嘴里伸出一条蛇——和魁地奇世界杯赛上出现在天空中的一样。

the Dark Mark. Voldemort examined it carefully, ignoring Wormtail's uncontrollable weeping. 'It is back,' he said softly, 'they will all have noticed it… and now, we shall see… now we shall know…' He pressed his long, white forefinger to the brand on Wormtail's arm. The scar on Harry's forehead seared with a sharp pain again, and Wormtail let out a fresh howl: Voldemort removed his fingers from Wormtail's Mark, and Harry saw that it had turned jet black. A look of cruel satisfaction on his face, Voldemort straightened up, threw back his head, and stared around at the dark graveyard. 'How many will be brave enough to return when they feel it?' he whispered, his gleaming red eyes fixed upon the stars. 'And how many will be foolish enough to stay away?' He began to pace up and down before Harry and Wormtail, eyes sweeping the graveyard all the while. After a minute or so, he looked down at

黑魔标记。伏地魔仔细检查了一下，没有理会虫尾巴无法控制的哭泣。 “它回来了，”他轻声说，“他们都会注意到的……现在，我们就要看到了……现在我们就要知道了……”他用又长又白的食指按了按虫尾巴胳膊上的烙印。 哈利额头上的伤疤又一阵剧痛，虫尾巴发出了一声新的嚎叫。伏地魔把手指从虫尾巴的标记上移开，哈利看到它变成了漆黑一片。 伏地魔的脸上露出一种残忍而满足的表情，他直起身子，仰起头，环顾着漆黑的墓地。 “有多少人会勇敢地回来，当他们感觉到它？”他低声说，他那双闪闪发光的红眼睛盯着天上的星星。 “有多少人会傻到不去呢？”他开始在哈利和虫尾巴面前踱来踱去，眼睛一直扫视着墓地。 过了一分钟左右，他低头看了看

Harry again, a cruel smile twisting his snake-like face. 'You stand, Harry Potter, upon the remains of my late father,' he hissed softly. 'A Muggle and a fool… very like your dear mother. But they both had their uses, did they not? Your mother died to defend you as a child… and I killed my father, and see how useful he has proved himself, in death…' Voldemort laughed again. Up and down he paced, looking all around him as he walked, and the snake continued to circle in the grass. 'You see that house upon the hillside, Potter? My father lived there. My mother, a witch who lived here in this village, fell in love with him. But he abandoned her when she told him what she was… he didn't like magic, my father… 'He left her and returned to his Muggle parents before I was even born, Potter, and she died giving birth to me, leaving me to be raised in a Muggle orphanage… but I vowed to find him… I revenged myself upon him, that fool who gave me his name… Tom Riddle…'

哈利又问了一遍，一个残酷的微笑扭曲了他蛇一样的脸。 “哈利·波特，你站在我已故父亲的遗体上。” “一个麻瓜，一个傻瓜……就像你亲爱的母亲。 但它们都有各自的用处，不是吗？ 你母亲在你小时候为了保护你而死……我杀了我父亲，看看他死后证明了自己有多有用……”伏地魔又笑了。 他踱来踱去，一边走一边环顾四周，那条蛇继续在草丛中盘旋。 “你看到山坡上的那所房子了吗，波特？” 我父亲住在那里。我母亲，一个住在这个村子里的女巫，爱上了他。 “他不喜欢魔法，我的父亲……他在我出生之前就离开了她，回到了他的麻瓜父母身边，波特，她在生我的时候死了，把我留在麻瓜孤儿院长大……但我发誓要找到他……我向他报仇，那个给我取名字的傻瓜……汤姆·里德尔……”

Still he paced, his red eyes darting from grave to grave. 'Listen to me, reliving family history…' he said quietly. 'Why, I am growing quite sentimental… But look, Harry! My true family returns…' The air was suddenly full of the swishing of cloaks. Between graves, behind the yew tree, in every shadowy space, wizards were Apparating. All of them were hooded and masked. And one by one they moved forwards… slowly, cautiously, as though they could hardly believe their eyes. Voldemort stood in silence, waiting for them. Then one of the Death Eaters fell to his knees, crawled towards Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robes. 'Master… master…' he murmured. The Death Eaters behind him did the same; each of them approaching Voldemort on his knees, and kissing his robes, before backing away and standing up, forming a silent circle, which enclosed Tom Riddle's grave, Harry, Voldemort, and the sobbing and twitching heap that was Wormtail. Yet they left gaps in the circle, as

他仍然在踱着步，他的红眼睛从一个坟墓扫到另一个坟墓。 “听我说，重温家族史……”他平静地说。 “哎，我越来越多愁善感了……可是你看，哈利！”我真正的家人回来了……”空气中突然充满了斗篷的沙沙声。 在坟墓之间，在紫杉树后面，在每一个阴暗的地方，巫师们都在幻影显形。 他们都戴着兜帽和面具。 他们一个接一个地向前走……慢慢地、小心翼翼地，好像他们几乎不敢相信自己的眼睛。 伏地魔默默地站着，等着他们。 这时，一个食死徒跪了下来，爬向伏地魔，吻了吻他的黑袍子下摆。 “主人……主人……” 他身后的食死徒也跟着做了。他们每个人都跪着走近伏地魔，亲吻他的长袍，然后后退，站起来，默默地围成一个圈，把汤姆·里德尔的坟墓、哈利、伏地魔和哭泣抽搐的虫尾巴围了起来。 然而，他们在这个圈子里留下了空白，比如

though waiting for more people. Voldemort, however, did not seem to expect more. He looked around at the hooded faces, and though there was no wind, a rustling seemed to run around the circle, as though it had shivered. 'Welcome, Death Eaters,' said Voldemort quietly. 'Thirteen years… thirteen years since last we met. Yet you answer my call as though it was yesterday… we are still united under the Dark Mark, then! Or are we?' He put back his terrible face and sniffed, his slit-like nostrils widening. 'I smell guilt,' he said. 'There is a stench of guilt upon the air.' A second shiver ran around the circle, as though each member of it longed, but did not dare, to step back from him. 'I see you all, whole and healthy, with your powers intact–such prompt appearances!–and I ask myself… why did this band of wizards never come to the aid of their master, to whom they swore eternal loyalty?'

虽然等待更多的人。 然而，伏地魔似乎并不期待更多。 他看了看那些戴着兜帽的脸，虽然没有风，但圈子里似乎有一阵沙沙声，好像在颤抖。 “欢迎，食死徒。”伏地魔轻声说。 “十三年了……我们上次见面已经十三年了。 然而你却像昨天一样响应我的召唤……那么，我们仍然团结在黑魔标记之下！或者是我们？”他收起那张可怕的脸，嗅了嗅，细长的鼻孔张大了。 “我闻到了内疚的味道，”他说。“空气中弥漫着一股罪恶的恶臭。”圈子里又一阵颤抖，似乎每个人都渴望离开他，但又不敢退后一步。 “我看见你们全都健健康康的，力气也没有动——这么快就出现了！”——我问自己……为什么这帮巫师从来没有来帮助他们发誓永远效忠的主人呢？”