7 The Will of Albus Dumbledore

CHAPTER SEVEN THE WILL OF ALBUS DUMBLEDORE He was walking along a mountain road in the cool blue light of dawn. Far below, swathed in mist, was the shadow of a small town. Was the man he sought down there, the man he needed so badly he could think of little else, the man who held the answer, the answer to his problem...?

第七章阿不思·邓布利多的遗嘱他在凉爽的蓝色晨光中走在一条山路上。 在远处的下方，笼罩在薄雾中的是一个小镇的影子。 是他在下面寻找的那个人吗？是他迫切需要的那个人吗？是那个他想不出别的东西的人吗？是那个掌握着答案的人吗？

"Oi, wake up." Harry opened his eyes. He was lying again on the camp bed in Ron's dingy attic room. The sun had not yet risen and the room was still shadowy. Pigwidgeon was asleep with his head under his tiny wing. The scar on Harry's forehead was prickling. "You were muttering in your sleep." "Was I?" "Yeah. 'Gregorovitch.' You kept saying 'Gregorovitch.'" Harry was not wearing his glasses; Ron's face appeared slightly blurred. "Who's Gregorovitch?" "I dunno, do I? You were the one saying it." Harry rubbed his forehead, thinking. He had a vague idea he had heard the name before, but he could not think where. "I think Voldemort's looking for him."

“喂，醒醒。”哈利睁开眼睛。 他又躺在罗恩肮脏的阁楼房间里的行军床上。 太阳还没有升起，房间里还笼罩着阴影。 小猪把头埋在小翅膀底下睡着了。 哈利额头上的伤疤刺痛了。 “你在睡梦中喃喃自语。” “我?”“是的。“Gregorovitch”。你一直说“格里戈维奇”。哈利没有戴眼镜。罗恩的脸显得有些模糊。 “Gregorovitch是谁?”“我不知道，是吗？” 是你说的。” 哈利揉了揉额头，沉思着。 他模模糊糊地觉得以前听过这个名字，但想不起来是在哪儿。 “我想伏地魔正在找他。”

"Poor bloke," said Ron fervently. Harry sat up, still rubbing his scar, now wide awake. He tried to remember exactly what he had seen in the dream, but all that came back was a mountainous horizon and the outline of the little village cradled in a deep valley. "I think he's abroad." "Who, Gregorovitch?" "Voldemort. I think he's somewhere abroad, looking for Gregorovitch. It didn't look like anywhere in Britain." "You reckon you were seeing into his mind again?" Ron sounded worried. "Do me a favor and don't tell Hermione," said Harry. "Although how she expects me to stop seeing stuff in my sleep..." He gazed up at little Pigwidgeon's cage, thinking... Why was the name "Gregorovitch" familiar?

“可怜的家伙。”罗恩激动地说。 哈利坐了起来，仍然揉着伤疤，现在完全清醒了。 他试图准确地回忆起他在梦中看到的东西，但所能回忆起来的只有群山般的地平线和坐落在深谷中的小村庄的轮廓。 “我想他在国外。”“谁,Gregorovitch ?””伏地魔。 我想他在国外某个地方，找格里戈维奇。 这里和英国任何地方都不一样。” “你认为你又看到了他的思想？”罗恩听起来很担心。 “帮我个忙，别告诉赫敏。”哈利说。 “尽管她希望我不要在睡梦中看到东西……” 他抬头望着小猪的笼子，想着…… 为什么“格里戈维奇”这个名字那么熟悉？

"I think," he said slowly, "he's got something to do with Quidditch. There's some connection, but I can't— I can't think what it is." "Quidditch?" said Ron. "Sure you're not thinking of Gorgovitch?" "Who?" "Dragomir Gorgovitch, Chaser, transferred to the Chudley Cannons for a record fee two years ago. Record holder for most Quaffle drops in a season." "No," said Harry. "I'm definitely not thinking of Gorgovitch." "I try not to either," said Ron. "Well, happy birthday anyway." "Wow— that's right, I forgot! I'm seventeen!" Harry seized the wand lying beside his camp bed, pointed it at the cluttered desk where he had left his glasses, and said, "Accio Glasses!" Although they were only around a foot away, there was something immensely satisfying about seeing

“我想，”他慢慢地说，“他和魁地奇有关。 这其中有某种联系，但我想不出——我想不出是什么联系。” “魁地奇？”罗恩说。“你肯定不是在想戈戈维奇吧？”“谁?”“德拉戈米尔·戈戈维奇，追球手，两年前以创纪录的转会费转会到查德利大炮队。 一个赛季丢鬼飞球最多的记录保持者。” “没有。”哈利说。“我绝对不是在想戈戈维奇。” “我也尽量不这么做。”罗恩说。 “好吧，不管怎样，生日快乐。” “哇——对了，我忘了！”我十七岁!”哈利抓起行军床旁的魔杖，指着他放眼镜的那张凌乱的桌子，说：“眼镜飞来！”虽然他们就在一英尺远的地方，但看到他们还是有一种极大的满足感

them zoom toward him, at least until they poked him in the eye. "Slick," snorted Ron. Reveling in the removal of his Trace, Harry sent Ron's possessions flying around the room, causing Pigwidgeon to wake up and flutter excitedly around his cage. Harry also tried tying the laces of his trainers by magic (the resultant knot took several minutes to untie by hand) and, purely for the pleasure of it, turned the orange robes on Ron's Chudley Cannons posters bright blue. "I'd do your fly by hand, though," Ron advised Harry, sniggering when Harry immediately checked it. "Here's your present. Unwrap it up here, it's not for my mother's eyes." "A book?" said Harry as he took the rectangular parcel. "Bit of a departure from tradition, isn't it?" "This isn't your average book," said Ron. "It's pure gold: Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches. Explains everything you need to know

他们向他呼啸而来，至少在戳到他的眼睛之前是这样。 “滑头。”罗恩哼了一声。哈利陶醉在消除痕迹的喜悦中，罗恩的东西在房间里飞来飞去，弄得小猪醒了过来，兴奋地在笼子里扑腾。 哈利还试着用魔法把运动鞋的鞋带系好（那个结花了好几分钟才用手解开），而且纯粹为了好玩，还把罗恩查德利大炮队海报上的橙色长袍变成了亮蓝色。 “不过我愿意用手把你的飞蝇做好。”罗恩对哈利说，哈利马上检查了一下，罗恩偷偷地笑了起来。 “这是你的礼物。在这儿把它拆开，别给我妈妈看。” “一本书？”哈利接过长方形的包裹说。 “有点偏离传统，不是吗？”“这不是一般的书。”罗恩说。 “这本书是纯金的：《迷惑女巫的十二种万无一失的方法》。 解释了你想知道的一切

about girls. If only I'd had this last year I'd have known exactly how to get rid of Lavender and I would've known how to get going with... Well, Fred and George gave me a copy, and I've learned a lot. You'd be surprised, it's not all about wandwork, either." When they arrived in the kitchen they found a pile of presents waiting on the table. Bill and Monsieur Delacour were finishing their breakfasts, while Mrs. Weasley stood chatting to them over the frying pan. "Arthur told me to wish you a happy seventeenth, Harry," said Mrs. Weasley, beaming at him. "He had to leave early for work, but he'll be back for dinner. That's our present on top." Harry sat down, took the square parcel she had indicated, and unwrapped it. Inside was a watch very like the one Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had given Ron for his seventeenth; it was gold, with stars circling around the face instead of hands.

关于女孩。要是我去年有这个就好了，我就知道怎么摆脱拉文德了，我就知道怎么处理…… 弗雷德和乔治给了我一本，我学到了很多。 你会大吃一惊的，它也不全是关于魔杖的。” 当他们到达厨房时，发现桌子上放着一堆礼物。 比尔和德拉库尔先生正在吃早饭，韦斯莱夫人站在煎锅旁和他们聊天。 “亚瑟让我祝你十七岁快乐，哈利。”韦斯莱夫人微笑着对他说。 “他不得不早点去上班，但他会回来吃晚饭的。 上面是我们的礼物。” 哈利坐下来，拿起她指给他看的方形包裹，把它打开。 里面是一块表，很像韦斯莱夫妇送给罗恩的十七岁生日礼物。它是金色的，上面有星星环绕着脸而不是手。