36 The Flaw in the Plan

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX THE FLAW IN THE PLAN He was lying facedown on the ground again. The smell of the forest filled his nostrils. He could feel the cold hard ground beneath his cheek, and the hinge of his glasses, which had been knocked sideways by the fall, cutting into his temple. Every inch of him ached, and the place where the Killing Curse had hit him felt like the

第三十六章计划的漏洞他又脸朝下躺在地上。 森林的气味充满了他的鼻孔。 他能感觉到脸颊下冰冷坚硬的地面，还有他的眼镜的铰链，那是被摔到一边的，扎进了他的太阳穴。 他身上的每一寸都在疼痛，被杀戮咒击中的地方感觉就像

bruise of an iron-clad punch. He did not stir, but remained exactly where he had fallen, with his left arm bent out at an awkward angle and his mouth gaping. He had expected to hear cheers of triumph and jubilation at his death, but instead hurried footsteps, whispers, and solicitous murmurs filled the air. "My Lord... my Lord..." It was Bellatrix's voice, and she spoke as if to a lover. Harry did not dare open his eyes, but allowed his other senses to explore his predicament. He knew that his wand was still stowed beneath his robes because he could feel it pressed between his chest and the ground. A slight cushioning effect in the area of his stomach told him that the Invisibility Cloak was also there, stuffed out of sight. "My Lord..." "That will do," said Voldemort's voice.

铁拳造成的瘀伤。 他一动不动，一动不动地站在倒下的地方，左臂弯成一个尴尬的角度，嘴巴张得大大的。 他原以为他死后会听到胜利的欢呼和喜悦，但空气中却充满了匆忙的脚步声、耳语和关切的低语。 “我主…我主……”那是贝拉特里克斯的声音，她说话的口气像是在对一个情人说话。 哈利不敢睁开眼睛，而是让他的其他感官来探索他的困境。 他知道他的魔杖还藏在长袍下面，因为他能感觉到它压在胸口和地面之间。 他肚子上有一种轻微的缓冲作用，告诉他隐形衣也在那里，塞在看不见的地方。 “我主……”“可以了。”伏地魔的声音说。

More footsteps: Several people were backing away from the same spot. Desperate to see what was happening and why, Harry opened his eyes by a millimeter. Voldemort seemed to be getting to his feet. Various Death Eaters were hurrying away from him, returning to the crowd lining the clearing. Bellatrix alone remained behind, kneeling beside Voldemort. Harry closed his eyes again and considered what he had seen. The Death Eaters had been huddled around Voldemort, who seemed to have fallen to the ground. Something had happened when he had hit Harry with the Killing Curse. Had Voldemort too collapsed? It seemed like it. And both of them had fallen briefly unconscious and both of them had now returned.... "My Lord, let me—" "I do not require assistance," said Voldemort coldly, and though he could not see it, Harry

更多的脚步声：几个人从同一个地方后退。 哈利急切地想知道发生了什么事，为什么要这样做，他把眼睛睁大了一毫米。 伏地魔似乎站了起来。 一个个食死徒匆匆离开他，回到空地两旁的人群中。 贝拉特里克斯独自留在后面，跪在伏地魔身边。 哈利又闭上眼睛，仔细考虑他所看到的一切。 食死徒挤在伏地魔的周围，伏地魔似乎倒在了地上。 他用杀戮咒击中哈利时，一定发生了什么事。 伏地魔也倒下了吗？ 看起来是这样。他们俩都暂时失去了知觉，现在他们俩都回来了.... “我不需要帮助。”伏地魔冷冷地说，哈利虽然看不见

pictured Bellatrix withdrawing a helpful hand. "The boy... Is he dead?" There was complete silence in the clearing. Nobody approached Harry, but he felt their concentrated gaze; it seemed to press him harder into the ground, and he was terrified a finger or an eyelid might twitch. "You," said Voldemort, and there was a bang and a small shriek of pain. "Examine him. Tell me whether he is dead." Harry did not know who had been sent to verify. He could only lie there, with his heart thumping traitorously, and wait to be examined, but at the same time noting, small comfort though it was, that Voldemort was wary of approaching him, that Voldemort suspected that all had not gone to plan.... Hands, softer than he had been expecting, touched Harry's face, pulled back an eyelid, crept beneath his shirt, down to his chest, and felt his

贝拉特里克斯伸出一只援助之手。 ”男孩……他死了吗?”空地上一片寂静。 没有人走近哈利，但他感觉到他们集中的目光。它似乎把他压得更紧了，他害怕手指或眼皮会抽搐。 “你。”伏地魔说，砰的一声，接着是一声痛苦的小尖叫。 “检查他。告诉我他死了没有。” 哈利不知道派谁去核实。 他只能躺在那里，心叛逆地怦怦直跳，等着接受检查，但同时注意到，伏地魔对接近他很谨慎，伏地魔怀疑一切并没有按计划进行....，这虽然是一点小小的安慰 他的手比他想象的要柔软，抚摸着哈利的脸，拉起他的眼皮，从他的衬衫下面爬到胸口，摸摸他的脸

heart. He could hear the woman's fast breathing, her long hair tickled his face. He knew that she could feel the steady pounding of life against his ribs. "Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?" The whisper was barely audible; her lips were an inch from his ear, her head bent so low that her long hair shielded his face from the onlookers. "Yes," he breathed back. He felt the hand on his chest contract; her nails pierced him. Then it was withdrawn. She had sat up. "He is dead!" Narcissa Malfoy called to the watchers. And now they shouted, now they yelled in triumph and stamped their feet, and through his eyelids, Harry saw bursts of red and silver light shoot into the air in celebration. Still feigning death on the ground, he understood. Narcissa knew that the only way she

的心。他能听到那女人急促的呼吸声，她的长发挠着他的脸。 他知道她能感觉到生命不断地撞击着他的肋骨。 “德拉科还活着吗？”他在城堡里吗？”那耳语几乎听不见；她的嘴唇离他的耳朵只有一英寸，她的头低得很低，长长的头发挡住了他的脸，挡住了围观的人。 “是的。”他喘着气回答。他感到胸口的那只手在收缩；她的指甲刺穿了他。 然后它被撤回了。她坐了起来。 “他死了！”纳西莎·马尔福朝守夜人喊道。 他们时而欢呼，时而胜利地欢呼，跺脚。哈利透过眼皮看到一道道红色和银色的光芒射向空中，以示庆祝。 他还在地上装死，心里明白了。 纳西莎知道只有这样她才能

would be permitted to enter Hogwarts, and find her son, was as part of the conquering army. She no longer cared whether Voldemort won. "You see?" screeched Voldemort over the tumult. "Harry Potter is dead by my hand, and no man alive can threaten me now! Watch! Crucio!" Harry had been expecting it, knew his body would not be allowed to remain unsullied upon the forest floor; it must be subjected to humiliation to prove Voldemort's victory. He was lifted into the air, and it took all his determination to remain limp, yet the pain he expected did not come. He was thrown once, twice, three times into the air: His glasses flew off and he felt his wand slide a little beneath his robes, but he kept himself floppy and lifeless, and when he fell to the ground for the last time, the clearing echoed with jeers and shrieks of laughter. "Now," said Voldemort, "we go to the castle, and show them what has become of their hero.

被允许进入霍格沃茨，找到她的儿子，是作为征服者的一员。 她不再关心伏地魔是否赢了。 “你看到了吗？”伏地魔在一片嘈杂声中尖叫道。 “哈利·波特死在我手里了，现在没有一个活着的人能威胁我了！”看!Crucio !”哈利早就料到了，他知道他的尸体不会被允许留在禁林的地面上。它必须受到羞辱，以证明伏地魔的胜利。 他被举到了空中，用尽全身的力气保持着跛行，然而他所期待的痛苦并没有到来。 他被抛向空中一次、两次、三次，眼镜掉了下来，他感到魔杖在袍子下面滑了一点，但他还是让自己软绵绵的，毫无生气。当他最后一次倒地时，空地上回荡着讥笑声和尖叫声。 “现在，”伏地魔说，“我们去城堡，让他们看看他们的英雄怎么样了。