9 The Dark Mark

—CHAPTER NINE— The Dark Mark 'Don't tell your mother you've been gambling,' Mr Weasley implored Fred and George, as they all made their way slowly down the purple-carpeted stairs. 'Don't worry, Dad,' said Fred gleefully, 'we've got big plans for this money, we don't want it confiscated.' Mr Weasley looked for a moment as though he was going to ask what these big plans were, but seemed to decide, upon reflection, that he didn't want to know. They were soon caught up in the crowds now flooding out of the stadium and back to their campsites. Raucous singing was borne towards

“别告诉你妈妈你在赌博。”韦斯莱先生恳求弗雷德和乔治，这时他们都慢慢地走下铺着紫色地毯的楼梯。 “别担心，爸爸，”弗雷德高兴地说，“这笔钱我们有宏伟的计划，我们不想让它被没收。”韦斯莱先生看了一会儿，好像想问这些大计划是什么，但经过深思熟虑，他似乎决定不想知道。 他们很快就被从体育场涌出来返回营地的人群包围了。 传来了沙哑的歌声

them on the night air as they retraced their steps along the lantern-lit path, and leprechauns kept shooting over their heads, cackling and waving their lanterns. When they finally reached the tents, nobody felt like sleeping at all and, given the level of noise around them, Mr Weasley agreed that they could all have one last cup of cocoa together before turning in. They were soon arguing enjoyably about the match; Mr Weasley got drawn into a disagreement about cobbing with Charlie, and it was only when Ginny fell asleep right at the tiny table and spilled hot chocolate all over the floor that Mr Weasley called a halt to the verbal replays, and insisted that everyone went to bed. Hermione and Ginny went into the next tent, and Harry and the rest of the Weasleys changed into pyjamas and clambered into their bunks. From the other side of the campsite they could still hear much singing, and the odd echoing bang. 'Oh, I am glad I'm not on duty,' muttered Mr Weasley sleepily, 'I wouldn't fancy having to go and tell the Irish they've got to stop celebrating.'

他们在夜晚的空气中沿着灯笼照亮的小路往回走，小矮妖们不停地从他们头顶飞过，咯咯地笑着，挥舞着灯笼。 当他们终于到达帐篷时，谁也不想睡觉，考虑到周围的噪音，韦斯莱先生同意大家在睡觉前一起喝最后一杯可可。 他们很快就为这门亲事愉快地争论起来；韦斯莱先生和查理在打盹儿的事上发生了争执，直到金妮在那张小桌子旁睡着了，把热巧克力洒了一地，韦斯莱先生才停止了口头上的重复，坚持要大家都去睡觉。 赫敏和金妮走进了隔壁的帐篷，哈利和韦斯莱家的其他人换上睡衣，爬上了床铺。 从营地的另一边，他们还能听到很多歌声，还有奇怪的撞击声。 “哦，我很高兴不用值日，”韦斯莱先生困倦地嘟囔着，“我可不想去告诉爱尔兰人他们不能再庆祝了。”

Harry, who was on a top bunk above Ron, lay staring up at the canvas ceiling of the tent, watching the glow of an occasional leprechaun lantern flying overhead, and picturing again some of Krum's more spectacular moves. He was itching to get back on his own Firebolt and try out the Wronski Feint… somehow Oliver Wood had never managed to convey with all his wriggling diagrams what that move was supposed to look like… Harry saw himself in robes that had his name on the back, and imagined the sensation of hearing a hundred-thousand-strong crowd roar, as Ludo Bagman's voice echoed throughout the stadium, 'I give you… Potter!' Harry never knew whether he had actually dropped off to sleep or not– his fantasies of flying like Krum might well have slipped into actual dreams– all he knew was that, quite suddenly, Mr Weasley was shouting. 'Get up! Ron– Harry– come on now, get up, this is urgent!' Harry sat up quickly and the top of his head hit canvas.

哈利睡在罗恩上面的上铺，他躺在床上，眼睛盯着帐篷的帆布天花板，看着头顶上偶尔有一盏小矮妖精的灯笼在闪烁，脑海里又浮现出克鲁姆一些更壮观的动作。 他渴望骑上自己的火弩箭，试一试朗斯基假动作……不知怎么回事，奥利弗·伍德一直没能用他那扭曲的图表把这个动作应该是什么样子表达清楚……哈利看见自己穿着背后写着他名字的长袍，想象着听到十万观众的怒吼的感觉，卢多·巴格曼的声音在体育场里回荡：“我给你……波特！”哈利不知道自己是不是真的睡着了——他想像克鲁姆一样飞翔的幻想很可能已经变成了真实的梦——他只知道韦斯莱先生突然喊道。 “起床!”罗恩——哈利——快点，起来，事情很紧急！”哈利迅速坐起来，头顶撞在了帆布上。

''S'matter?' he said. Dimly, he could tell that something was wrong. The noises in the campsite had changed. The singing had stopped. He could hear screams, and the sound of people running. He slipped down from the bunk, and reached for his clothes, but Mr Weasley, who had pulled on his jeans over his own pyjamas, said, 'No time, Harry– just grab a jacket and get outside– quickly!' Harry did as he was told, and hurried out of the tent, Ron at his heels. By the light of the few fires that were still burning, he could see people running away into the woods, fleeing something that was moving across the field towards them, something that was emitting odd flashes of light, and noises like gunfire. Loud jeering, roars of laughter and drunken yells were drifting towards them; then came a burst of strong green light, which illuminated the scene. A crowd of wizards, tightly packed and moving together with wands pointing straight upwards,

'matter ?他说。他隐约感觉到有些不对劲。 营地里的声音变了。 歌声停止了。他能听到尖叫声和人们奔跑的声音。 他从铺位上滑下来，伸手去拿衣服，韦斯莱先生在自己的睡衣外面套上了牛仔裤，说：“没时间了，哈利——拿件夹克出去——快！”哈利照办了，匆匆走出帐篷，罗恩跟在后面。 借着几堆还在燃烧的火的光亮，他看到人们跑进树林里，逃离一个正在穿过田野向他们走来的东西，一个发出奇怪闪光的东西，还有类似枪声的声音。 大声的讥笑声、狂笑声和醉醺醺的叫嚷声向他们飘来。接着，一道强烈的绿光射了进来，照亮了现场。 一群巫师紧紧地挤在一起，手里拿着指向上方的魔杖，

was marching slowly across the field. Harry squinted at them… they didn't seem to have faces… then he realised that their heads were hooded and their faces masked. High above them, floating along in mid-air, four struggling figures were being contorted into grotesque shapes. It was as though the masked wizards on the ground were puppeteers, and the people above them were marionettes operated by invisible strings that rose from the wands into the air. Two of the figures were very small. More wizards were joining the marching group, laughing and pointing up at the floating bodies. Tents crumpled and fell as the marching crowd swelled. Once or twice Harry saw one of the marchers blast a tent out of his way with his wand. Several caught fire. The screaming grew louder. The floating people were suddenly illuminated as they passed over a burning tent, and Harry recognised one of them– Mr Roberts, the campsite manager. The other three looked as though they might be his wife and children. One of the marchers below flipped Mrs Roberts

慢慢地穿过田野。 哈利眯着眼睛看着他们……他们似乎没有脸……然后他意识到他们的头上戴着兜帽，脸上戴着面具。 在他们头顶的半空中，漂浮着四个挣扎的身影，被扭曲成奇形怪状。 地面上的蒙面巫师仿佛是操纵木偶的人，而他们上面的人则是牵线木偶，由从魔杖升到空中的看不见的线操纵着。 其中两个人物非常小。 更多的巫师加入了游行队伍，笑着指着漂浮的尸体。 随着游行人群的膨胀，帐篷倒塌了。 有一两次，哈利看见一个游行的人用魔杖把挡住他去路的帐篷炸开了。 有几个着火了。尖叫声越来越大。 漂浮的人们经过一个燃烧着的帐篷时，突然被照亮了，哈利认出了其中一个——营地经理罗伯茨先生。 另外三个人看上去像是他的妻子和孩子。 下面的一个游行者把罗伯茨太太掀翻了

upside-down with his wand; her nightdress fell down to reveal voluminous drawers; she struggled to cover herself up as the crowd below her screeched and hooted with glee. 'That's sick,' Ron muttered, watching the smallest Muggle child, who had begun to spin like a top, sixty feet above the ground, his head flopping limply from side to side. 'That is really sick…' Hermione and Ginny came hurrying towards them, pulling coats over their nightdresses, with Mr Weasley right behind them. At the same moment, Bill, Charlie and Percy emerged from the boys' tent, fully dressed, with their sleeves rolled up and their wands out. 'We're going to help the Ministry,' Mr Weasley shouted over all the noise, rolling up his own sleeves. 'You lot– get into the woods, and stick together. I'll come and fetch you when we've sorted this out!' Bill, Charlie and Percy were already sprinting away towards the oncoming marchers; Mr Weasley tore after them. Ministry wizards were

他用魔杖倒挂着；她的睡衣掉了下来，露出了宽大的抽屉；当她下面的人群欢呼尖叫时，她挣扎着把自己盖起来。 “太恶心了。”罗恩低声说，看着那个最小的麻瓜孩子，他已经开始像陀螺一样旋转起来，离地六十英尺，脑袋无力地左右摆动。 赫敏和金妮匆匆向他们走来，在睡衣外面套上外套，韦斯莱先生跟在后面。 与此同时，比尔、查理和珀西从男孩们的帐篷里出来了，他们穿戴整齐，卷起袖子，拿出魔杖。 “我们要帮助魔法部。”韦斯莱先生在喧闹声中喊道，卷起了自己的袖子。 “你们这些人——到树林里去，团结在一起。 等我们解决了这件事，我就来接你！”比尔、查理和珀西已经向迎面而来的游行队伍飞奔而去。韦斯莱先生追着他们跑。 魔法部的巫师们