2 In Memoriam

CHAPTER TWO IN MEMORIAM Harry was bleeding. Clutching his right hand in his left and swearing under his breath, he shouldered open his bedroom door. There was a crunch of breaking china: He had trodden on a cup of cold tea that had been sitting on the floor outside his bedroom door. "What the—?"

第二章纪念哈利流血了。 他用左手抓着右手，低声咒骂着，用肩膀打开了卧室的门。 传来打碎瓷器的嘎吱声，原来是他踩到了放在卧室门外地板上的一杯冷茶。 ——“什么?”

He looked around; the landing of number four, Privet Drive, was deserted. Possibly the cup of tea was Dudley's idea of a clever booby trap. Keeping his bleeding hand elevated, Harry scraped the fragments of cup together with the other hand and threw them into the already crammed bin just visible inside his bedroom door. Then he tramped across to the bathroom to run his finger under the tap. It was stupid, pointless, irritating beyond belief that he still had four days left of being unable to perform magic... but he had to admit to himself that this jagged cut in his finger would have defeated him. He had never learned how to repair wounds, and now he came to think of it— particularly in light of his immediate plans— this seemed a serious flaw in his magical education. Making a mental note to ask Hermione how it was done, he used a large wad of toilet paper to mop up as much of the tea as he could, before returning

他环顾四周；女贞路四号的楼梯平台空无一人。 也许这杯茶是达力想出来的巧妙的诡雷。 哈利举起流血的那只手，用另一只手把杯子碎片刮到一起，扔进卧室门口那个已经挤得满满的箱子里。 然后他迈着沉重的步子走到浴室，用手指在水龙头下摸了摸。 他还有四天不能施魔法，这真是愚蠢、毫无意义、令人难以置信地恼火…… 但他不得不承认，手指上这个锯齿状的伤口会让他失败。 他从来没有学过如何修补伤口，现在他想起来了——尤其是考虑到他眼下的计划——这似乎是他魔法教育中的一个严重缺陷。 他在心里记着要问赫敏是怎么弄的，用一大团卫生纸把茶尽可能地擦干，然后才回来

to his bedroom and slamming the door behind him. Harry had spent the morning completely emptying his school trunk for the first time since he had packed it six years ago. At the start of the intervening school years, he had merely skimmed off the topmost three quarters of the contents and replaced or updated them, leaving a layer of general debris at the bottom— old quills, desiccated beetle eyes, single socks that no longer fit. Minutes previously, Harry had plunged his hand into this mulch, experienced a stabbing pain in the fourth finger of his right hand, and withdrawn it to see a lot of blood. He now proceeded a little more cautiously. Kneeling down beside the trunk again, he groped around in the bottom and, after retrieving an old badge that flickered feebly between SUPPORT CEDRIC DIGGORY and POTTER STINKS, a cracked and worn-out Sneakoscope, and a gold

回到他的卧室，砰的一声关上门。 哈利花了整整一个上午的时间把他上学用的箱子清空了，这是他六年前装好箱子以来的第一次。 新学年开始的时候，他只是把上面四分之三的东西扫掉，换上或更新，而在底部留下一层普通的碎片——旧的羽毛笔、干瘪的甲虫眼睛、不再合脚的袜子。 几分钟前，哈利把手伸进护根物，右手的无名指感到一阵刺痛，他把手抽出来，看到了很多血。 他现在行事谨慎了一些。 他再次跪在箱子旁边，在箱子底部摸索着，找到了一枚旧徽章，上面闪烁着“支持塞德里克·迪戈里”和“波特臭臭”的字样，还有一枚裂开的破旧窥镜和一枚金币

locket inside which a note signed R.A.B. had been hidden, he finally discovered the sharp edge that had done the damage. He recognized it at once. It was a two-inch-long fragment of the enchanted mirror that his dead godfather, Sirius, had given him. Harry laid it aside and felt cautiously around the trunk for the rest, but nothing more remained of his godfather's last gift except powdered glass, which clung to the deepest layer of debris like glittering grit. Harry sat up and examined the jagged piece on which he had cut himself, seeing nothing but his own bright green eye reflected back at him. mclhfa. Then he placed the fragment on top of that morning's Daily Prophet, which lay unread on the bed, and attempted to stem the sudden upsurge of bitter memories, the stabs of regret and of longing the discovery of the broken mirror had occasioned, by attacking the rest of the rubbish in the trunk.

挂坠盒里有张签名为R.A.B.的纸条 被藏起来之后，他终于发现了造成伤害的锋利边缘。 他立刻认出了它。那是他死去的教父小天狼星送给他的魔镜的一块两英寸长的碎片。 哈利把它放在一边，小心翼翼地在箱子里摸索着其他的东西，但教父的最后一件礼物只剩下玻璃粉了，它像闪闪发光的砂砾一样粘在最深处的碎片上。 哈利坐了起来，仔细检查了他割伤自己的那块参差不齐的碎片，除了他自己明亮的绿眼睛，什么也没看见。 然后，他把那块碎片放在床上没读的那天早晨的《预言家日报》上面，试图通过攻击箱子里的其他垃圾来抑制突然涌上心头的痛苦回忆，抑制发现破碎的镜子所引起的悔恨和渴望。

It took another hour to empty it completely, throw away the useless items, and sort the remainder in piles according to whether or not he would need them from now on. His school and Quidditch robes, cauldron, parchment, quills, and most of his textbooks were piled in a corner, to be left behind. He wondered what his aunt and uncle would do with them; burn them in the dead of night, probably, as if they were the evidence of some dreadful crime. His Muggle clothing, Invisibility Cloak, potion-making kit, certain books, the photograph album Hagrid had once given him, a stack of letters, and his wand had been repacked into an old rucksack. In a front pocket were the Marauder's Map and the locket with the note signed R.A.B. inside it. The locket was accorded this place of honor not because it was valuable— in all usual senses it was worthless— but because of what it had cost to attain it.

他又花了一个小时才把箱子清空，把没用的东西扔掉，把剩下的东西按今后是否需要分类堆放起来。 他的校服和魁地奇球服、坩埚、羊皮纸、羽毛笔和大部分课本都堆在一个角落里，等着他留下。 他不知道舅父母会拿他们怎么办。也许是在夜深人静的时候烧掉它们，就好像它们是某种可怕罪行的证据一样。 他的麻瓜衣服、隐形衣、魔药制作工具、几本书、海格曾经送给他的相册、一堆信件，还有他的魔杖，都被重新装进了一个旧帆布背包里。 前口袋里放着活点地图和挂坠盒，上面写着签名为R.A.B.的纸条 在里面。这个挂坠盒被置于如此重要的位置，并不是因为它有价值——从一般意义上讲，它毫无价值——而是因为获得它所付出的代价。

This left a sizable stack of newspapers sitting on his desk beside his snowy owl, Hedwig: one for each of the days Harry had spent at Privet Drive this summer. He got up off the floor, stretched, and moved across to his desk. Hedwig made no movement as he began to flick through the newspapers, throwing them onto the rubbish pile one by one. The owl was asleep, or else faking; she was angry with Harry about the limited amount of time she was allowed out of her cage at the moment. As he neared the bottom of the pile of newspapers, Harry slowed down, searching for one particular issue that he knew had arrived shortly after he had returned to Privet Drive for the summer; he remembered that there had been a small mention on the front about the resignation of Charity Burbage, the Muggle Studies teacher at Hogwarts. At last he found it. Turning to page ten,

他的书桌上还有一大堆报纸，旁边是他那只雪白的猫头鹰海德薇：今年夏天哈利在女贞路度过的每一天都有一份报纸。 他从地板上站起来，伸了个懒腰，走到他的办公桌前。 海德薇一动也不动，哈利开始翻看报纸，把它们一张一张地扔到垃圾堆上。 猫头鹰睡着了，要不就是装模作样；她对哈利很生气，因为目前她只能在有限的时间里离开笼子。 当他接近那堆报纸的底部时，哈利放慢了速度，在寻找他回到女贞路过暑假后不久收到的一份特别的报纸。他记得报纸正面有一条小消息，说霍格沃茨的麻瓜研究教师查莉蒂·白贝芝辞职了。 最后他找到了。翻到第十页，