24 The Wandmaker

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR THE WANDMAKER It was like sinking into an old nightmare; for an instant Harry knelt again beside Dumbledore's body at the foot of the tallest tower at Hogwarts, but in reality he was staring at a tiny body curled upon the grass, pierced by Bellatrix's silver knife. Harry's voice was still saying, "Dobby...

第二十四章魔杖制作者就像陷入了一场古老的噩梦。在霍格沃茨最高的塔楼脚下，哈利再次跪在邓布利多的尸体旁，但实际上他看到的是一具蜷缩在草地上的小尸体，被贝拉特里克斯的银刀刺穿。 哈利的声音还在说：“多比……

Dobby..." even though he knew that the elf had gone where he could not call him back. After a minute or so he realized that they had, after all, come to the right place, for here were Bill and Fleur, Dean and Luna, gathering around him as he knelt over the elf. "Hermione?" he said suddenly. "Where is she?" "Ron's taken her inside," said Bill. "She'll be all right." Harry looked back down at Dobby. He stretched out a hand and pulled the sharp blade from the elf's body, then dragged off his own jacket and covered Dobby in it like a blanket. The sea was rushing against rock somewhere nearby; Harry listened to it while the others talked, discussing matters in which he could take no interest, making decisions. Dean carried the injured Griphook into the house, Fleur hurrying with them; now Bill was making suggestions about burying the elf. Harry agreed without really

多比……”尽管他知道小精灵已经去了一个再也叫不回来的地方。 过了一分钟左右，他意识到他们毕竟是来对地方了，因为比尔、芙蓉、迪安和卢娜都围在他身边，他跪在小精灵面前。 “赫敏？”他突然问道。 “她在哪儿？”“罗恩带她进去了。”比尔说。 “她会没事的。”哈利又低头看着多比。 他伸出一只手，从小精灵身上抽出锋利的刀刃，然后拖下自己的夹克，像毯子一样盖在多比身上。 海浪冲击着附近某处的岩石；哈利听着它，其他人在谈话，讨论着他不感兴趣的事情，做着决定。 迪安把受伤的拉环抱进了屋子，芙蓉也匆匆地跟着他们。现在比尔在建议把小精灵埋起来。 哈利同意了。

knowing what he was saying. As he did so, he gazed down at the tiny body, and his scar prickled and burned, and in one part of his mind, viewed as if from the wrong end of a long telescope, he saw Voldemort punishing those they had left behind at Malfoy Manor. His rage was dreadful and yet Harry's grief for Dobby seemed to diminish it, so that it became a distant storm that reached Harry from across a vast, silent ocean. "I want to do it properly," were the first words of which Harry was fully conscious of speaking. "Not by magic. Have you got a spade?" And shortly afterward he had set to work, alone, digging the grave in the place that Bill had shown him at the end of the garden, between bushes. He dug with a kind of fury, relishing the manual work, glorying in the non-magic of it, for every drop of his sweat and every blister felt like a gift to the elf who had saved their lives.

知道他在说什么。 他低头望着那具小小的尸体，伤疤刺痛着，火辣辣的。在他的脑海中，仿佛从长望远镜的另一端看过去，他看到伏地魔在惩罚那些留在马尔福庄园的人。 他的愤怒是可怕的，但哈利对多比的悲伤似乎减轻了他的愤怒，所以它变成了一场遥远的风暴，从一个巨大的、寂静的海洋传到哈利身上。 “我想好好干。”这是哈利完全意识到自己要说的第一句话。 “不是魔法。你有铲子吗？”没过多久，他就一个人在花园尽头比尔指给他看的灌木丛间挖起了坟墓。 他带着一种愤怒地挖着，享受着这种手工劳动，为它的非魔法而自豪，因为他的每一滴汗水和每一个水泡都觉得是送给救了他们命的小精灵的礼物。

His scar burned, but he was master of the pain; he felt it, yet was apart from it. He had learned control at last, learned to shut his mind to Voldemort, the very thing Dumbledore had wanted him to learn from Snape. Just as Voldemort had not been able to possess Harry while Harry was consumed with grief for Sirius, so his thoughts could not penetrate Harry now, while he mourned Dobby. Grief, it seemed, drove Voldemort out... though Dumbledore, of course, would have said that it was love.... On Harry dug, deeper and deeper into the hard, cold earth, subsuming his grief in sweat, denying the pain in his scar. mclhfa. In the darkness, with nothing but the sound of his own breath and the rushing sea to keep him company, the things that had happened at the Malfoys' returned to him, the things he had heard came back to him, and understanding blossomed in the darkness....

他的伤疤在灼烧，但他控制住了疼痛；他感觉到它，却又远离它。 他终于学会了控制，学会了不去想伏地魔，这正是邓布利多希望他向斯内普学习的东西。 就像伏地魔在哈利沉浸在为小天狼星的悲痛中时无法附身一样，伏地魔的思想现在也无法穿透哈利，因为哈利在哀悼多比。 似乎是悲伤把伏地魔赶了出去…… 当然，邓布利多会说那是爱.... 哈利继续往又硬又冷的土里挖，越挖越深，他把悲伤压在汗水里，不去管伤疤的疼痛。 在黑暗中，只有自己的呼吸声和汹涌的大海陪伴着他，马尔福家发生的事情又回到了他的脑海中，他听到的事情又回到了他的脑海中，理解在黑暗中开花了....

The steady rhythm of his arms beat time with his thoughts. Hallows... Horcruxes... Hallows... Horcruxes... Yet he no longer burned with that weird, obsessive longing. Loss and fear had snuffed it out: He felt as though he had been slapped awake again. Deeper and deeper Harry sank into the grave, and he knew where Voldemort had been tonight, and whom he had killed in the topmost cell of Nurmengard, and why.... And he thought of Wormtail, dead because of one small unconscious impulse of mercy... Dumbledore had foreseen that.... How much more had he known? Harry lost track of time. He knew only that the darkness had lightened a few degrees when he was rejoined by Ron and Dean. "How's Hermione?" "Better," said Ron. "Fleur's looking after her."

他的手臂稳定的节奏随着他的思想节拍。 器……魂器……器…… 魂器……然而，他不再被那种奇怪的、强迫性的渴望所燃烧。 失落和恐惧把它扼杀了，他觉得自己好像又被扇醒了。 哈利在坟墓里越陷越深，他知道伏地魔今晚去了哪里，他在纽蒙加德最高的牢房里杀死了谁，以及为什么.... 他想到虫尾巴，因为一个小小的无意识的怜悯冲动而死去…… 邓布利多早就预见到了.... 他还知道多少呢？ 哈利忘了时间。当罗恩和迪安回来时，他只知道黑暗亮了一些。 “赫敏怎么样?”“好多了。”罗恩说。 “芙蓉在照顾她。”

Harry had his retort ready for when they asked him why he had not simply created a perfect grave with his wand, but he did not need it. They jumped down into the hole he had made with spades of their own, and together they worked in silence until the hole seemed deep enough. Harry wrapped the elf more snugly in his jacket. Ron sat on the edge of the grave and stripped off his shoes and socks, which he placed upon the elf's bare feet. Dean produced a woolen hat, which Harry placed carefully upon Dobby's head, muffling his batlike ears. "We should close his eyes." Harry had not heard the others coming through the darkness. Bill was wearing a traveling cloak, Fleur a large white apron, from the pocket of which protruded a bottle of what Harry recognized to be Skele-Gro. Hermione was wrapped in a borrowed dressing gown, pale and unsteady on her feet; Ron put an arm around her when she reached

当他们问哈利为什么不直接用魔杖造一个完美的坟墓时，哈利已经准备好了反驳，但他不需要魔杖。 他们跳进他用自己的铁锹挖的洞里，一起默默地挖着，直到洞看起来足够深为止。 哈利把小精灵裹得更紧了。 罗恩坐在坟墓边上，脱下鞋子和袜子，放在小精灵光着的脚上。 迪安拿出一顶羊毛帽子，哈利小心翼翼地把它戴在多比头上，挡住了他蝙蝠般的耳朵。 “我们应该闭上他的眼睛。” 哈利没有听见其他人从黑暗中走来。 比尔穿着一件旅行斗篷，芙蓉系着一条白色的大围裙，围裙口袋里伸出一瓶哈利认出是生骨剂的东西。 赫敏裹着一件借来的晨衣，脸色苍白，站不稳；她走近时，罗恩伸出一只胳膊搂住了她