37 The Lost Prophecy

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN The Lost Prophecy Harry's feet hit solid ground; his knees buckled a little and the golden wizard's head fell with a resounding clunk to the floor. He looked around and saw that he had arrived in Dumbledore's office. Everything seemed to have repaired itself during the Headmaster's absence. The delicate silver instruments stood once more on the spindlelegged tables, puffing and whirring serenely. The portraits of the headmasters and headmistresses were snoozing in their frames, heads lolling back in armchairs or against the edge of the picture. Harry looked through the window. There was a

第三十七章丢失的预言球哈利的脚踩在了坚实的地面上。他的膝盖微微一弯，金色男巫的脑袋轰隆一声掉在地上。 他环顾四周，发现自己来到了邓布利多的办公室。 校长不在期间，一切似乎都恢复了正常。 精致的银制仪器又重新站在细长腿的桌子上，平静地吹着，呼着。 男女校长们的肖像在相框里打着盹儿，脑袋靠在扶手椅上，或者靠在画的边缘。 哈利朝窗外望去。 有一个

cool line of pale green along the horizon: dawn was approaching. The silence and the stillness, broken only by the occasional grunt or snuffle of a sleeping portrait, was unbearable to him. If his surroundings could have reflected the feelings inside him, the pictures would have been screaming in pain. He walked around the quiet, beautiful office, breathing quickly, trying not to think. But he had to think… there was no escape… It was his fault Sirius had died; it was all his fault. If he, Harry, had not been stupid enough to fall for Voldemort's trick, if he had not been so convinced that what he had seen in his dream was real, if he had only opened his mind to the possibility that Voldemort was, as Hermione had said, banking on Harry's love of playing the hero… It was unbearable, he would not think about it, he could not stand it… there was a terrible hollow inside him he did not want to feel or examine, a dark hole where Sirius had been, where Sirius had

地平线上出现了一道淡绿色的冷线：黎明即将来临。 只有一幅熟睡的肖像偶尔发出的哼哼声或鼻塞声打破了寂静和寂静，这使他难以忍受。 如果他周围的环境能反映出他内心的感受，这些照片就会在痛苦中尖叫。 他在安静美丽的办公室里走来走去，呼吸急促，尽量不去想什么。 小天狼星的死是他的错。都是他的错。 哈利,如果他没有蠢到被伏地魔的技巧,如果他没有那么相信他看到的他的梦想是真实的,如果他只打开决心伏地魔的可能性,就像赫敏说,银行对哈利的爱玩的英雄……这是难以忍受的,他不会想想,他不能忍受……有一个可怕的中空内部他不想感觉或检查,一个黑洞,小天狼星被,小天狼星

vanished; he did not want to have to be alone with that great, silent space, he could not stand it– A picture behind him gave a particularly loud grunting snore, and a cool voice said, 'Ah… Harry Potter…' Phineas Nigellus gave a long yawn, stretching his arms as he watched Harry with shrewd, narrow eyes. 'And what brings you here in the early hours of the morning?' said Phineas eventually. 'This office is supposed to be barred to all but the rightful Headmaster. Or has Dumbledore sent you here? Oh, don't tell me…' He gave another shuddering yawn. 'Another message for my worthless great great-grandson?' Harry could not speak. Phineas Nigellus did not know that Sirius was dead, but Harry could not tell him. To say it aloud would be to make it final, absolute, irretrievable. A few more of the portraits had stirred now. Terror of being interrogated made Harry stride across the room and seize the doorknob. It would not turn. He was shut in.

不见了;他不愿一个人待在这一片寂静的大空间里，他受不了——他身后的一幅画发出一声特别响亮的呼噜声，一个冷静的声音说：“啊……哈利·波特……”菲尼亚斯·奈杰勒斯打了一个长长的呵欠，伸开双臂，用敏锐的、狭窄的眼睛看着哈利。 “什么风把你大清早吹来了？”菲尼亚斯最后说。 “这间办公室应该禁止任何人进入，只有合法的校长才能进入。 还是邓布利多派你来的？ 哦，别告诉我……”他又打了一个哆嗦的哈欠。 “又是给我那没用的曾曾孙的留言？”哈利说不出话来。 菲尼亚斯·奈杰勒斯不知道小天狼星已经死了，但哈利不能告诉他。 大声说出来会使它成为最终的、绝对的、不可挽回的。 又有几幅画像动了起来。 哈利害怕被审问，大步穿过房间，抓住门把手。 它不会转动。他被关在屋里。

'I hope this means,' said the corpulent, rednosed wizard who hung on the wall behind the Headmaster's desk, 'that Dumbledore will soon be back among us?' Harry turned. The wizard was eyeing him with great interest. Harry nodded. He tugged again on the doorknob behind his back, but it remained immovable. 'Oh good,' said the wizard. 'It has been very dull without him, very dull indeed.' He settled himself on the throne-like chair on which he had been painted and smiled benignly upon Harry. 'Dumbledore thinks very highly of you, as I am sure you know,' he said comfortably. 'Oh yes. Holds you in great esteem.' The guilt filling the whole of Harry's chest like some monstrous, weighty parasite, now writhed and squirmed. Harry could not stand this, he could not stand being himself any more… he had never felt more trapped inside his own head and body, never wished so intensely that he could be somebody, anybody, else

“我希望这意味着，”挂在校长桌子后面墙上的那个长着红鼻子的肥胖巫师说，“邓布利多很快就会回到我们中间来？”哈利转过身。 巫师饶有兴趣地打量着他。 哈利点了点头。他又拉了一下背后的门把手，但它还是不动。 “哦，太好了。”巫师说。 “没有他，日子过得很无聊，确实很无聊。”他在那张像王座一样的椅子上坐了下来，亲切地朝哈利微笑着。 “邓布利多对你的评价很高，我相信你也知道。” “哦,是的。他非常尊敬您。”内疚填满了哈利的整个胸膛，像一只巨大的、沉重的寄生虫，在扭动着。 哈利受不了了，他再也不能忍受做自己了……他从来没有像现在这样被困在自己的头脑和身体里，从来没有像现在这样强烈地希望自己能成为别人，任何人，别的什么人

The empty fireplace burst into emerald green flame, making Harry leap away from the door, staring at the man spinning inside the grate. As Dumbledore's tall form unfolded itself from the fire, the wizards and witches on the surrounding walls jerked awake, many of them giving cries of welcome. 'Thank you,' said Dumbledore softly. He did not look at Harry at first, but walked over to the perch beside the door and withdrew, from an inside pocket of his robes, the tiny, ugly, featherless Fawkes, whom he placed gently on the tray of soft ashes beneath the golden post where the full-grown Fawkes usually stood. 'Well, Harry,' said Dumbledore, finally turning away from the baby bird, 'you will be pleased to hear that none of your fellow students are going to suffer lasting damage from the night's events.' Harry tried to say, 'Good,' but no sound came out. It seemed to him that Dumbledore was reminding him of the amount of damage he had caused, and although Dumbledore was for once looking at him directly, and although his

空荡荡的壁炉突然燃起翠绿色的火焰，哈利从门口跳开，盯着壁炉里旋转的那个人。 当邓布利多高大的身影从火中显露出来时，周围墙上的男巫和女巫都惊醒了，许多人大声表示欢迎。 “谢谢你。”邓布利多轻声说。 他一开始没有看哈利，而是走到门边的栖木上，从袍子里面的口袋里取出那只瘦小丑陋、没有羽毛的福克斯，轻轻地把它放在金柱子下面装着软灰的托盘上，那是成年福克斯通常站立的地方。 “好了，哈利，”邓布利多终于转过身，离开了那只幼鸟，“你会很高兴地听到，你的同学们都不会因为昨晚的事情而受到持久的伤害。”哈利想说：“好。”但是什么声音也发不出来。 在他看来，邓布利多似乎在提醒他，他造成了多大的伤害，尽管邓布利多第一次直视着他，尽管他的

expression was kindly rather than accusatory, Harry could not bear to meet his eyes. 'Madam Pomfrey is patching everybody up,' said Dumbledore. 'Nymphadora Tonks may need to spend a little time in St Mungo's, but it seems she will make a full recovery.' Harry contented himself with nodding at the carpet, which was growing lighter as the sky outside grew paler. He was sure all the portraits around the room were listening eagerly to every word Dumbledore spoke, wondering where Dumbledore and Harry had been, and why there had been injuries. 'I know how you're feeling, Harry,' said Dumbledore very quietly. 'No, you don't,' said Harry, and his voice was suddenly loud and strong; white-hot anger leapt inside him; Dumbledore knew nothing about his feelings. 'You see, Dumbledore?' said Phineas Nigellus slyly. 'Never try to understand the students. They hate it. They would much rather be tragically

他的表情是友善的，而不是指责的，哈利不忍心直视他的眼睛。 “庞弗雷夫人正在给大家包扎伤口。”邓布利多说。 “尼法朵拉·唐克斯可能需要在圣芒戈医院待一段时间，但看起来她会完全康复的。”哈利只是对着地毯点了点头，外面的天空越来越苍白，地毯也越来越亮了。 他敢肯定，房间里所有的肖像都在急切地倾听邓布利多说的每一个字，想知道邓布利多和哈利去了哪里，为什么会有人受伤。 “我知道你的感受，哈利。”邓布利多非常平静地说。 “不，你不知道。”哈利说，他的声音突然变得响亮而有力。白热化的愤怒在他心中跃起；邓布利多对他的感情一无所知。 “你看到了吗，邓布利多？”菲尼亚斯·奈杰勒斯狡猾地说。 “永远不要试图理解学生。 他们讨厌它。他们宁愿悲剧