35 King’s Cross

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE KING'S CROSS He lay facedown, listening to the silence. He was perfectly alone. Nobody was watching. Nobody else was there. He was not perfectly sure that he was there himself. A long time later, or maybe no time at all, it came to him that he must exist, must be more than disembodied thought, because he was lying,

第三十五章国王十字车站他脸朝下躺着，听着寂静。 他完全是一个人。没有人在看。 没有其他人在那里。他不太确定自己是否在那里。 很长一段时间以后，或者根本没有时间，他突然想到他一定是存在的，一定不只是空洞的思想，因为他在撒谎，

definitely lying, on some surface. Therefore he had a sense of touch, and the thing against which he lay existed too. Almost as soon as he had reached this conclusion, Harry became conscious that he was naked. Convinced as he was of his total solitude, this did not concern him, but it did intrigue him slightly. He wondered whether, as he could feel, he would be able to see. In opening them, he discovered that he had eyes. He lay in a bright mist, though it was not like mist he had ever experienced before. His surroundings were not hidden by cloudy vapor; rather the cloudy vapor had not yet formed into surroundings. The floor on which he lay seemed to be white, neither warm nor cold, but simply there, a flat, blank something on which to be. He sat up. His body appeared unscathed. He touched his face. He was not wearing glasses anymore.

在表面上，绝对是撒谎。 因此，他有触觉，他躺着的东西也是存在的。 哈利刚得出这个结论，就意识到自己一丝不挂。 虽然他深信自己是完全孤独的，但这并不使他担心，但却使他有点动心。 他不知道他是否能像他能感觉到的那样看见东西。 睁开眼睛，他发现自己长了眼睛。 他躺在一片明亮的雾中，虽然这不是他以前经历过的那种雾。 他周围的环境并没有被云雾所掩盖；更确切地说，云气还没有形成周围的环境。 他躺着的地板似乎是白色的，既不暖也不冷，只是在那里，一个平坦的、空白的东西。 他坐了起来。他的身体似乎毫发无损。 他摸着自己的脸。他不再戴眼镜了。

Then a noise reached him through the unformed nothingness that surrounded him: the small soft thumpings of something that flapped, flailed, and struggled. It was a pitiful noise, yet also slightly indecent. He had the uncomfortable feeling that he was eavesdropping on something furtive, shameful. For the first time, he wished he were clothed. Barely had the wish formed in his head than robes appeared a short distance away. He took them and pulled them on: They were soft, clean, and warm. It was extraordinary how they had appeared, just like that, the moment he had wanted them.... He stood up, looking around. Was he in some great Room of Requirement? The longer he looked, the more there was to see. A great domed glass roof glittered high above him in sunlight. Perhaps it was a palace. All was hushed and still, except for those odd thumping and whimpering

这时，一个声音从他周围的虚无中传来：那是什么东西拍打、拍打和挣扎的轻轻的撞击声。 这是一种可怜的声音，但也有点不得体。 他有一种不舒服的感觉，觉得自己在偷听什么隐秘的、可耻的事情。 他第一次希望自己有衣服穿。 这个愿望刚在他脑子里形成，不远处就出现了长袍。 他拿了下来，穿上了，又软又干净，又暖和。 真是太不可思议了，就在他需要它们的那一刻，它们就这样出现了.... 他站起来，环顾四周。 他是不是在什么大有求必应屋？ 他看得越久，看到的东西就越多。 一个巨大的圆顶玻璃屋顶在他头顶的阳光下闪闪发光。 也许那是一座宫殿。除了那些奇怪的砰砰声和呜咽声，一切都安静下来了

noises coming from somewhere close by in the mist.... Harry turned slowly on the spot, and his surroundings seemed to invent themselves before his eyes. A wide-open space, bright and clean, a hall larger by far than the Great Hall, with that clear, domed glass ceiling. It was quite empty. He was the only person there, except for— He recoiled. He had spotted the thing that was making the noises. It had the form of a small, naked child, curled on the ground, its skin raw and rough, flayed-looking, and it lay shuddering under a seat where it had been left, unwanted, stuffed out of sight, struggling for breath. He was afraid of it. Small and fragile and wounded though it was, he did not want to approach it. Nevertheless he drew slowly nearer, ready to jump back at any moment. Soon he stood near enough to touch it, yet he could not bring

从雾中某处传来的声音.... 哈利原地慢慢转过身来，周围的环境似乎在他眼前出现了。 一个宽敞的空间，明亮而干净，一个比大礼堂大得多的大厅，有清澈的圆顶玻璃天花板。 里面空无一人。他是唯一在场的人，除了-他退缩了。 他发现了发出声音的东西。 它的样子就像一个赤身裸体的小孩，蜷缩在地上，皮肤粗糙粗糙，看起来像剥了皮，它颤抖地躺在它被遗弃的座位下面，不受欢迎，被塞得看不见，挣扎着呼吸。 他很害怕。尽管它又小又脆弱，又受了伤，他还是不想靠近它。 尽管如此，他还是慢慢地靠近了，随时准备跳回去。 很快，他站到足够近的地方去触摸它，但他无法带来

himself to do it. He felt like a coward. He ought to comfort it, but it repulsed him. "You cannot help." He spun around. Albus Dumbledore was walking toward him, sprightly and upright, wearing sweeping robes of midnight blue. "Harry." He spread his arms wide, and his hands were both whole and white and undamaged. "You wonderful boy. You brave, brave man. Let us walk." Stunned, Harry followed as Dumbledore strode away from where the flayed child lay whimpering, leading him to two seats that Harry had not previously noticed, set some distance away under that high, sparkling ceiling. Dumbledore sat down in one of them, and Harry fell into the other, staring at his old headmaster's face. Dumbledore's long silver hair and beard, the piercingly blue eyes behind half-moon spectacles, the crooked nose:

他自己去做这件事。他觉得自己像个懦夫。 他应该安慰它，但它却排斥他。 “你帮不上忙。”他转过身来。 阿不思·邓布利多正向他走来，精神抖擞，笔直地站着，穿着一件深蓝色的宽大长袍。 “哈利。”他张开双臂，双手完好、白皙，没有受伤。 “你这个了不起的孩子。你是个勇敢的人。 我们走吧。”哈利惊呆了，邓布利多大步离开了那个被剥皮的孩子躺在那里呜咽着的地方，把他带到两个哈利以前没有注意到的座位上，它们离那高高的、闪闪发光的天花板有一段距离。 邓布利多在其中一个座位上坐了下来，哈利倒在另一个座位上，眼睛盯着老校长的脸。 邓布利多长长的银发和银须，半月形眼镜后面那双锐利的蓝眼睛，鹰钩鼻子；

Everything was as he had remembered it. And yet... "But you're dead," said Harry. "Oh yes," said Dumbledore matter-of-factly. "Then... I'm dead too?" "Ah," said Dumbledore, smiling still more broadly. "That is the question, isn't it? On the whole, dear boy, I think not." They looked at each other, the old man still beaming. "Not?" repeated Harry. "Not," said Dumbledore. "But..." Harry raised his hand instinctively toward the lightning scar. It did not seem to be there. "But I should have died— I didn't defend myself! I meant to let him kill me!" "And that," said Dumbledore, "will, I think, have made all the difference."

一切都和他记忆中的一样。 然而,……“可是你已经死了。”哈利说。 “哦，是的。”邓布利多淡淡地说。 “那么……我也死了？”“啊。”邓布利多说，笑得更开心了。 “这就是问题所在，不是吗？ 总的来说，亲爱的孩子，我不这么认为。” 他们面面相觑，老人依然喜气洋洋。 “不？”哈利重复道。“没有。”邓布利多说。 “但是……”哈利本能地举起手去摸那道闪电伤疤。 它似乎不在那里。 “可是我本该死的——我没有自卫！”我本想让他杀了我！”“而这，”邓布利多说，“我想，会使一切都不同。”