13 Detention with Dolores

— CHAPTER THIRTEEN — Detention with Dolores Dinner in the Great Hall that night was not a pleasant experience for Harry. The news about his shouting match with Umbridge had travelled exceptionally fast even by Hogwarts' standards. He heard whispers all around him as he sat eating between Ron and Hermione. The funny thing was that none of the whisperers seemed to mind him overhearing what they were saying about him. On the contrary, it was as though they were hoping he would get angry and start shouting again, so that they could hear his story firsthand. 'He says he saw Cedric Diggory murdered…' 'He reckons he duelled with You-Know-Who…'

第十三章多洛雷斯的关禁闭那天晚上在礼堂里吃晚饭对哈利来说是一次不愉快的经历。 即使以霍格沃茨的标准来看，他和乌姆里奇大吵一架的消息也传播得特别快。 他坐在罗恩和赫敏中间吃东西时，听到周围都在窃窃私语。 有趣的是，那些窃窃私语的人似乎没有一个介意他无意中听到他们在谈论他。 相反，他们似乎希望他生气，又开始大喊大叫，这样他们就能直接听到他的故事。 “他说他看见塞德里克·迪戈里被谋杀了……”

'Come off it…' 'Who does he think he's kidding?' 'Pur-lease…' 'What I don't get,' said Harry in a shaking voice, laying down his knife and fork (his hands were trembling too much to hold them steady), 'is why they all believed the story two months ago when Dumbledore told them…' 'The thing is, Harry, I'm not sure they did,' said Hermione grimly. 'Oh, let's get out of here.' She slammed down her own knife and fork; Ron looked longingly at his half-finished apple pie but followed suit. People stared at them all the way out of the Hall. 'What d'you mean, you're not sure they believed Dumbledore?' Harry asked Hermione when they reached the first-floor landing. 'Look, you don't understand what it was like after it happened,' said Hermione quietly. 'You arrived back in the middle of the lawn clutching Cedric's dead body… none of us saw what happened in the maze… we just had

“他以为他在跟谁开玩笑呢？”“我不明白的是，”哈利用颤抖的声音说，放下了刀叉（他的手抖得太厉害，握不稳了），“两个月前邓布利多告诉他们的时候，他们为什么都相信了这个故事……” “哦，我们离开这儿吧。”她重重地放下自己的刀叉；罗恩渴望地望着吃了一半的苹果派，但他也跟着吃了一半。 人们在走出礼堂的路上一直盯着他们。 “你什么意思，你不能肯定他们相信邓布利多？”他们走到一楼楼梯平台时，哈利问赫敏。 “听着，你不明白事情发生后是什么样子。”赫敏轻声说。 “你回到草坪中央，手里抓着塞德里克的尸体……我们谁也没看到迷宫里发生了什么……我们刚刚……

Dumbledore's word for it that You-Know-Who had come back and killed Cedric and fought you.' 'Which is the truth!' said Harry loudly. 'I know it is, Harry, so will you please stop biting my head off?' said Hermione wearily. 'It's just that before the truth could sink in, everyone went home for the summer, where they spent two months reading about how you're a nutcase and Dumbledore's going senile!' Rain pounded on the windowpanes as they strode along the empty corridors back to Gryffindor Tower. Harry felt as though his first day had lasted a week, but he still had a mountain of homework to do before bed. A dull pounding pain was developing over his right eye. He glanced out of a rain-washed window at the dark grounds as they turned into the Fat Lady's corridor. There was still no light in Hagrid's cabin. 'Mimbulus mimbletonia,' said Hermione, before the Fat Lady could ask. The portrait swung open to reveal the hole behind it and the three of them scrambled through it.

邓布利多说神秘人回来了，杀了塞德里克，跟你打了起来。“这是真的！”哈利大声说。 “我知道，哈利，你能不能别再咬我的头了？”赫敏疲倦地说。 “只是还没等大家明白真相，大家就回家过暑假了，他们花了两个月的时间读到你是个疯子，邓布利多变老了的报道！”他们沿着空无一人的走廊大步走回格兰芬多塔楼，雨水敲打着窗玻璃。 哈利觉得开学第一天好像过了一个星期，但睡觉前还有一大堆作业要做。 他的右眼隐隐作痛。 当他们拐进胖夫人的走廊时，他透过一扇被雨水冲刷过的窗户看了一眼漆黑的场地。 海格的小屋里仍然没有灯光。 “米布米宝。”胖夫人还没来得及问，赫敏就说。 画像打开了，露出后面的洞，他们三个爬了进去。

The common room was almost empty; nearly everyone was still down at dinner. Crookshanks uncoiled himself from an armchair and trotted to meet them, purring loudly, and when Harry, Ron and Hermione took their three favourite chairs at the fireside he leapt lightly on to Hermione's lap and curled up there like a furry ginger cushion. Harry gazed into the flames, feeling drained and exhausted. 'How can Dumbledore have let this happen?' Hermione cried suddenly, making Harry and Ron jump; Crookshanks leapt off her, looking affronted. She pounded the arms of her chair in fury, so that bits of stuffing leaked out of the holes. 'How can he let that terrible woman teach us? And in our O.W.L. year, too!' 'Well, we've never had great Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers, have we?' said Harry. ikcjeo. 'You know what it's like, Hagrid told us, nobody wants the job; they say it's jinxed.' 'Yes, but to employ someone who's actually refusing to let us do magic! What's Dumbledore playing at?'

公共休息室里几乎空无一人。几乎每个人都还在吃饭。 克鲁克山从扶手椅上伸开身子，小跑着迎着他们，大声地呜呜叫着。哈利、罗恩和赫敏在炉边坐上他们最喜欢的三把椅子时，克鲁克山轻快地跳到赫敏的腿上，蜷成一团，像一个毛茸茸的姜黄色靠垫。 哈利凝视着火焰，感到精疲力竭。 “邓布利多怎么能让这种事发生呢？”赫敏突然喊道，把哈利和罗恩吓了一跳。克鲁克山从她身上跳下来，一副受了侮辱的样子。 她愤怒地捶打着椅子扶手，以致于填充物从椅子的洞里漏了出来。 “他怎么能让那个可怕的女人教我们呢？” 也是在我们的o . w . ls学年！“嗯，我们从来没有过优秀的黑魔法防御术教师，是不是？”哈利问。 “你们知道那种感觉，”海格对我们说，“没有人想要这份工作；他们说这是厄运。“是的，但是要雇用一个不让我们使用魔法的人！”邓布利多在玩什么把戏？”

'And she's trying to get people to spy for her,' said Ron darkly. 'Remember when she said she wanted us to come and tell her if we hear anyone saying You-Know-Who's back?' 'Of course she's here to spy on us all, that's obvious, why else would Fudge have wanted her to come?' snapped Hermione. 'Don't start arguing again,' said Harry wearily, as Ron opened his mouth to retaliate. 'Can't we just… let's just do that homework, get it out of the way…' They collected their schoolbags from a corner and returned to the chairs by the fire. People were coming back from dinner now. Harry kept his face averted from the portrait hole, but could still sense the stares he was attracting. 'Shall we do Snape's stuff first?' said Ron, dipping his quill into his ink. '"The properties… of moonstone… and its uses… in potion-making…"' he muttered, writing the words across the top of his parchment as he spoke them. 'There.' He underlined the title, then looked up expectantly at Hermione.

“她还想找人给她当间谍。”罗恩阴郁地说。 “还记得她说过，如果我们听到有人说神秘人回来了，要我们过去告诉她吗？”“她当然是来监视我们大家的，这很明显，不然福吉为什么要她来呢？”赫敏厉声说。 “别再吵了。”哈利厌倦地说，罗恩张开嘴要还击。 “我们就不能……让我们做作业吧，把它挪开……”他们从角落里拿起书包，回到炉边的椅子上。 人们正在吃完晚饭回来。 哈利把脸从肖像洞口移开，但仍然能感觉到他吸引的目光。 “我们先做斯内普的东西好吗？”罗恩说着，把羽毛笔蘸了蘸墨水。 “‘月光石的特性……以及它在魔药制作中的用途……’”他喃喃自语，一边在羊皮纸上写下这些话。 “在那里。”他在标题下面划了线，然后满怀期待地抬头看着赫敏。

'So, what are the properties of moonstone and its uses in potion-making?' But Hermione was not listening; she was squinting over into the far corner of the room, where Fred, George and Lee Jordan were now sitting at the centre of a knot of innocent-looking first-years, all of whom were chewing something that seemed to have come out of a large paper bag that Fred was holding. 'No, I'm sorry, they've gone too far,' she said, standing up and looking positively furious. 'Come on, Ron.' 'I – what?' said Ron, plainly playing for time. 'No – come on, Hermione – we can't tell them off for giving out sweets.' 'You know perfectly well that those are bits of Nosebleed Nougat or – or Puking Pastilles or –' 'Fainting Fancies?' Harry suggested quietly. One by one, as though hit over the head with an invisible mallet, the first-years were slumping unconscious in their seats; some slid right on to the floor, others merely hung over the arms of their chairs, their tongues lolling out. Most of the

“那么，月光石有什么特性，在魔药制作中有什么用途？”但是赫敏没有听。她眯着眼睛朝房间的另一个角落望去，只见弗雷德、乔治和李·乔丹正坐在一群一年级新生中间，看上去天真无邪，每个人都在嚼着什么东西，好像是从弗雷德手里拿着的一个大纸袋里出来的。 “不，对不起，他们太过分了，”她说着站了起来，一副怒不可遏的样子。 “来吧，罗恩。“我——什么？”罗恩说，显然是在拖延时间。 “不——别这样，赫敏——我们不能因为他们发糖果就责备他们。“你很清楚，那是一些流鼻血的牛轧糖，或者——或者吐痰的糖，或者——”“晕厥药？”哈利轻轻地建议道。 一年级新生一个接一个地倒在座位上，仿佛被一把看不见的木槌敲了一下脑袋。一些人直接滑到地板上，另一些人只是悬在椅子的扶手上，舌头耷拉着。 大部分的