10 Kreacher’s Tale

CHAPTER TEN KREACHER'S TALE Harry woke early next morning, wrapped in a sleeping bag on the drawing room floor. A chink of sky was visible between the heavy curtains: It was the cool, clear blue of watered ink, somewhere between night and dawn, and everything was quiet except for Ron and Hermione's slow, deep breathing. Harry glanced over at the dark shapes they made on the floor beside him. Ron had had a fit of gallantry and

第十章克利切的故事第二天一大早哈利就醒了，裹在睡袋里躺在客厅的地板上。 厚重的窗帘间透出一丝天空，那是水墨汁般清凉、清澈的蓝色，介于黑夜和黎明之间，除了罗恩和赫敏缓慢而深沉的呼吸声，一切都很安静。 哈利瞥了一眼他们在身边地板上留下的黑影。 罗恩表现得很殷勤，而且

insisted that Hermione sleep on the cushions from the sofa, so that her silhouette was raised above his. Her arm curved to the floor, her fingers inches from Ron's. Harry wondered whether they had fallen asleep holding hands. The idea made him feel strangely lonely. He looked up at the shadowy ceiling, the cobwebbed chandelier. Less than twenty-four hours ago, he had been standing in the sunlight at the entrance to the marquee, waiting to show in wedding guests. It seemed a lifetime away. What was going to happen now? He lay on the floor and he thought of the Horcruxes, of the daunting, complex mission Dumbledore had left him... Dumbledore... The grief that had possessed him since Dumbledore's death felt different now. The accusations he had heard from Muriel at the wedding seemed to have nested in his brain like diseased things, infecting his memories of the

坚持要赫敏睡在沙发的靠垫上，这样她的剪影就能在他的上方。 她的胳膊弯向地板，手指离罗恩的只有几英寸远。 哈利不知道他们是不是牵着手睡着了。 这个想法使他感到奇怪的孤独。 他抬头看了看朦胧的天花板和布满蜘蛛网的枝形吊灯。 不到二十四小时前，他还站在大帐篷门口的阳光下，等着让参加婚礼的客人进来。 这似乎是一辈子的事。 现在会发生什么事呢？ 他躺在地板上，想起了魂器，想起了邓布利多留给他的艰巨而复杂的任务…… 邓布利多……邓布利多死后一直萦绕在他心头的悲伤现在感觉不同了。 穆丽尔在婚礼上对他的指责，似乎像病了的东西一样，在他的大脑里筑巢，感染了他对过去的记忆

wizard he had idolized. Could Dumbledore have let such things happen? Had he been like Dudley, content to watch neglect and abuse as long as it did not affect him? Could he have turned his back on a sister who was being imprisoned and hidden? Harry thought of Godric's Hollow, of graves Dumbledore had never mentioned there; he thought of mysterious objects left without explanation in Dumbledore's will, and resentment swelled in the darkness. Why hadn't Dumbledore told him? Why hadn't he explained? Had Dumbledore actually cared about Harry at all? Or had Harry been nothing more than a tool to be polished and honed, but not trusted, never confided in? Harry could not stand lying there with nothing but bitter thoughts for company. Desperate for something to do, for distraction, he slipped out of his sleeping bag, picked up his wand, and crept out of the room. On the landing he whispered,

他崇拜的巫师。邓布利多会允许这样的事情发生吗？ 他是不是也像达力一样，只要不影响到自己，就甘愿看着别人忽视他，虐待他？ 他会抛弃一个被囚禁和隐藏的妹妹吗？ 哈利想起了戈德里克山谷，想起了邓布利多从未提到过的坟墓。他想起了邓布利多遗嘱中没有解释的神秘物品，怨恨在黑暗中膨胀起来。 邓布利多为什么没有告诉他？ 他为什么不解释呢？邓布利多真的关心过哈利吗？ 还是说，哈利只不过是一个被磨光和磨练的工具，但不被信任，从不向他吐露心事？ 哈利无法忍受躺在那里，只有痛苦的思绪作伴。 他迫切地想找点事做，分散一下注意力，就从睡袋里溜了出来，拿起魔杖，蹑手蹑脚地走出了房间。 在楼梯口，他低声说：

"Lumos," and started to climb the stairs by wandlight. On the second landing was the bedroom in which he and Ron had slept last time they had been here; he glanced into it. The wardrobe doors stood open and the bedclothes had been ripped back. Harry remembered the overturned troll leg downstairs. Somebody had searched the house since the Order had left. Snape? Or perhaps Mundungus, who had pilfered plenty from this house both before and after Sirius died? Harry's gaze wandered to the portrait that sometimes contained Phineas Nigellus Black, Sirius's great- great-grandfather, but it was empty, showing nothing but a stretch of muddy backdrop. Phineas Nigellus was evidently spending the night in the headmaster's study at Hogwarts. Harry continued up the stairs until he reached the topmost landing, where there were only two doors. The one facing him bore a nameplate

“荧光闪烁。”然后借着魔杖的光亮开始爬楼梯。 二楼楼梯平台上是他和罗恩上次来这里睡觉的那间卧室。他朝里面瞥了一眼。 衣柜的门开着，床单也被撕开了。 哈利想起了楼下那条被打翻的巨怪腿。 凤凰社离开后，有人搜查过这栋房子。 斯内普?或者是蒙顿格斯，他在小天狼星死前和死后都从这所房子里偷了很多东西？ 哈利的目光转向那幅画像，画像上有时有小天狼星的曾曾祖父菲尼亚斯·奈杰勒斯·布莱克，但它是空的，只有一片泥泞的背景。 菲尼亚斯·奈杰勒斯显然是在霍格沃茨校长的书房里过夜的。 哈利继续上楼，一直走到最顶层平台，那里只有两扇门。 面对他的那张有铭牌

reading SIRIUS. Harry had never entered his godfather's bedroom before. He pushed open the door, holding his wand high to cast light as widely as possible. The room was spacious and must once have been handsome. There was a large bed with a carved wooden headboard, a tall window obscured by long velvet curtains, and a chandelier thickly coated in dust with candle stubs still resting in its sockets, solid wax hanging in frostlike drips. A fine film of dust covered the pictures on the walls and the bed's headboard; a spider's web stretched between the chandelier and the top of the large wooden wardrobe, and as Harry moved deeper into the room, he heard a scurrying of disturbed mice. The teenage Sirius had plastered the walls with so many posters and pictures that little of the walls' silvery-gray silk was visible. Harry could only assume that Sirius's parents had been unable to remove the Permanent Sticking Charm that kept

阅读小天狼星。哈利以前从来没有进过他教父的卧室。 他推开门，把魔杖高高举起，尽量把光线照得更广一些。 房间很宽敞，以前一定很漂亮。 房间里有一张大床，床头有一块雕花的木制床板，一扇高高的窗户被长长的天鹅绒窗帘遮住了，一盏枝形吊灯上覆盖着厚厚的一层灰尘，烛台里还插着蜡烛头，冰霜般的蜡滴滴着。 墙上的画和床头板上都蒙上了一层薄薄的灰尘；一张蜘蛛网伸在枝形吊灯和大木衣柜的顶部之间。哈利向房间深处走去时，听到一群受惊的老鼠在窜来窜去。 十几岁的小天狼星在墙上贴了很多海报和照片，墙上银灰色的丝绸几乎看不见。 哈利只能猜想，小天狼星的父母没能解除那个永久黏着咒

them on the wall, because he was sure they would not have appreciated their eldest son's taste in decoration. Sirius seemed to have gone out of his way to annoy his parents. There were several large Gryffindor banners, faded scarlet and gold, just to underline his difference from all the rest of the Slytherin family. There were many pictures of Muggle motorcycles, and also (Harry had to admire Sirius's nerve) several posters of bikini- clad Muggle girls; Harry could tell that they were Muggles because they remained quite stationary within their pictures, faded smiles and glazed eyes frozen on the paper. This was in contrast to the only Wizarding photograph on the walls, which was a picture of four Hogwarts students standing arm in arm, laughing at the camera. With a leap of pleasure, Harry recognized his father; his untidy black hair stuck up at the back like Harry's, and he too wore glasses. Beside him was Sirius, carelessly handsome, his slightly

他把它们挂在墙上，因为他确信他们不会欣赏大儿子的装饰品味。 小天狼星似乎故意要惹恼他的父母。 有几条格兰芬多的大旗帜，褪了色的猩红色和金色，只是为了突出他和斯莱特林家族其他成员的不同。 里面有许多麻瓜摩托车的照片，还有（哈利不得不佩服小天狼星的勇气）几张麻瓜女孩穿着比基尼的海报。哈利看得出来他们是麻瓜，因为他们一动不动地盯着自己的照片，褪色的笑容和呆滞的眼睛僵在纸上。 这张照片和墙上唯一的一张巫师照片形成了鲜明的对比，那是四个霍格沃茨的学生手挽着手站在那里，对着照相机笑。 哈利高兴得跳了起来，认出了他的父亲。他那乱蓬蓬的黑发像哈利一样向后梳着，他也戴着眼镜。 在他旁边的是小天狼星，英俊潇洒，他的眼睛微微