哈利·波特与魔法石
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone


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    CHAPTER ONE THE BOY WHO LIVED
    绗竴绔犮澶ч毦涓嶆鐨勭敺瀛
    
    
    Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.
    瀹朵綇濂宠礊璺洓鍙风殑寰锋濈ぜ澶鎬绘槸寰楁剰鍦拌浠栦滑鏄潪甯歌鐭╃殑浜哄銆傛嫓鎵橈紝鎷滄墭浜嗐備粬浠粠鏉ヨ窡绁炵鍙ゆ殑浜嬩笉娌捐竟锛屽洜涓轰粬浠牴鏈笉鐩镐俊閭d簺閭棬姝亾銆
    Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.
    寮楀啘寰锋濈ぜ鍏堢敓鍦ㄤ竴瀹跺悕鍙牸鏈楀畞鐨勫叕鍙稿仛涓荤锛屽叕鍙哥敓浜ч捇鏈恒備粬楂樺ぇ榄佹ⅶ锛岃儢寰楀嚑涔庤繛鑴栧瓙閮芥病浜嗭紝鍗磋搫鐫涓鑴稿ぇ鑳″瓙銆傚痉鎬濈ぜ澶お鏄釜鐦﹀墛鐨勯噾鍙戝コ浜恒傚ス鐨勮剸瀛愬嚑涔庢瘮姝e父浜洪暱涓鍊嶃傝繖鏍锋瘡褰撳ス鑺辫澶氭椂闂撮殧鐫绡卞寮曢鑰屾湜銆佺鎺㈠乏閭诲彸鑸嶆椂锛屽ス鐨勯暱鑴栧瓙鍙氨娲句笂浜嗗ぇ鐢ㄥ満銆傚痉鎬濈ぜ澶鏈変竴涓皬鍎垮瓙锛屽悕鍙揪鍔涖傚湪浠栦滑鐪嬫潵锛屼汉涓栭棿娌℃湁姣旇揪鍔涙洿濂界殑瀛╁瓙浜嗐
    The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be. The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbors would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had a small son, too, but they had never even seen him. This boy was another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that.
    寰锋濈ぜ涓瀹朵粈涔堥兘涓嶇己锛屼絾浠栦滑鎷ユ湁涓涓瀵嗭紝浠栦滑鏈瀹虫曠殑灏辨槸杩欑瀵嗕細琚汉鍙戠幇銆備粬浠兂锛屼竴鏃︽湁浜哄彂鐜版尝鐗逛竴瀹剁殑浜嬶紝浠栦滑浼氭壙鍙椾笉浣忕殑銆傛尝鐗瑰お澶槸寰锋濈ぜ澶お鐨勫濡癸紝涓嶈繃濂逛滑宸茬粡鏈夊ソ鍑犲勾涓嶈闈簡銆傚疄闄呬笂锛屽痉鎬濈ぜ澶お浣鑷繁鏍规湰娌℃湁杩欎箞涓濡癸紝鍥犱负濂瑰濡瑰拰濂归偅涓鏃犳槸澶勭殑濡瑰か涓庡痉鎬濈ぜ涓瀹剁殑涓轰汉澶勪笘瀹屽叏涓嶄竴鏍枫備竴鎯冲埌閭诲眳浠細璇存尝鐗瑰か濡囨潵鍒颁簡锛屽痉鎬濈ぜ澶浼氬悡寰楄儐鎴樺績鎯娿備粬浠煡閬撴尝鐗逛篃鏈変釜鍎垮瓙锛屽彧鏄粬浠粠鏉ユ病鏈夎杩囥傝繖瀛╁瓙涔熸槸浠栦滑涓嶄笌娉㈢壒澶鏉ュ線鐨勪竴涓緢濂界殑鍊熷彛锛屼粬浠笉鎰胯杈惧姏璺熻繖绉嶅瀛愬幃娣枫
    When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dull, gray Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country. Mr. Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for work, and Mrs. Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair.
    鎴戜滑鐨勬晠浜嬪紑濮嬩簬涓涓櫐鏆椼侀槾娌夌殑鏄熸湡浜岋紝寰锋濈ぜ澶涓鏃╅啋鏉ワ紝绐楀娴撲簯浣庡瀭鐨勫ぉ绌哄苟娌℃湁涓濇杩硅薄棰勭ず杩欏湴鏂瑰嵆灏嗗彂鐢熺绉樺彜鎬殑浜嬫儏銆傚痉鎬濈ぜ鍏堢敓鍝肩潃灏忔洸锛屾寫鍑轰竴鏉℃渶涓嶅枩娆㈢殑棰嗗甫鎴寸潃涓婄彮锛屽痉鎬濈ぜ澶お楂橀珮鍏村叴锛屼竴鐩寸诞绲彣鍙紝鎶婂敡鍝囦贡鍙殑杈惧姏濉炲埌浜嗗効绔ユ閲屻
    None of them noticed a large, tawny owl flutter past the window.
    浠栦滑璋佷篃娌$暀鎰忎竴鍙粍瑜愯壊鐨勭尗澶撮拱鎵戞墖鐫缈呰唨浠庣獥鍓嶉杩囥
    At half past eight, Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs. Dursley on the cheek, and tried to kiss Dudley good-bye but missed, because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the walls. "Little tyke," chortled Mr. Dursley as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out of number four's drive.
    鍏偣鍗婏紝寰锋濈ぜ鍏堢敓鎷胯捣鍏枃鍖咃紝鍦ㄥ痉鎬濈ぜ澶お闈㈤涓婁翰浜嗕竴涓嬶紝姝h浜茶揪鍔涳紝璺熻繖涓皬瀹朵紮閬撳埆锛屽彲鏄病鏈変翰鎴愶紝灏忓浼欐鍦ㄥ彂鑴炬皵锛屾妸楹︾墖寰澧欎笂鎽斻傗滆嚟灏忓瓙銆傗濆痉鎬濈ぜ鍏堢敓鍢熷摑浜嗕竴鍙ワ紝鍜挴绗戠潃璧板嚭瀹堕棬锛屽潗杩涙苯杞︼紝鍊掑嚭鍥涘彿杞﹂亾銆
    It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar -- a cat reading a map. For a second, Mr. Dursley didn't realize what he had seen -- then he jerked his head around to look again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light. Mr. Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It stared back. As Mr. Dursley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive -- no, looking at the sign; cats couldn't read maps or signs. Mr. Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove toward town he thought of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping to get that day.
    鍦ㄨ瑙掍笂锛屼粬鐪嬪埌浜嗙涓涓紓甯哥殑淇″彿鈥斺斾竴鍙尗鍦ㄧ湅鍦板浘銆備竴寮濮嬶紝寰锋濈ぜ鍏堢敓杩樻病寮勬槑鐧戒粬鐪嬪埌浜嗕粈涔堬紝浜庢槸鍙堝洖杩囧ご鍘汇傚彧瑙佷竴鍙姳鏂戠尗绔欏湪濂宠礊璺殑璺彛锛屼絾鏄病鏈夌湅瑙佸湴鍥俱備粬鍒板簳鍦ㄦ兂浜涗粈涔堬紵寰堝彲鑳芥槸鍏夌嚎浣夸粬浜х敓浜嗛敊瑙夊惂銆傚痉鎬濈ぜ鍏堢敓鐪ㄤ簡鐪ㄧ溂锛岀洴鐫鐚潃锛岀尗涔熺灙鐫浠栥傚綋寰锋濈ぜ鍏堢敓鎷愯繃琛楄缁х画涓婅矾鐨勬椂鍊欙紝浠栦粠鍚庤闀滈噷鐪嬬湅閭e彧鐚傜尗杩欐椂姝e湪璇诲コ璐炶矾鐨勬爣鐗岋紝涓嶏紝鏄湪鐪嬫爣鐗岋紱鐚槸涓嶄細璇诲湴鍥炬垨鏄鏍囩墝鐨勩傚痉鎬濈ぜ鍏堢敓瀹氫簡瀹氱锛屾妸鐚粠鑴戞捣閲岃刀璧般備粬寮杞﹁繘鍩庯紝涓璺笂鎯崇殑鏄笇鏈涗粖澶╀粬鑳藉緱鍒颁竴澶ф壒閽绘満鐨勫畾鍗曘
    But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in cloaks. Mr. Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes -- the getups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these weirdos standing quite close by. They were whispering excitedly together. Mr. Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald-green cloak! The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr. Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt -- these people were obviously collecting for something... yes, that would be it. The traffic moved on and a few minutes later, Mr. Dursley arrived in the Grunnings parking lot, his mind back on drills.
    浣嗗揩杩涘煄鏃讹紝鍙︿竴浠朵簨鍙堟妸閽绘満鐨勪簨浠庝粬鑴戞捣閲岃刀璧颁簡銆傚綋浠栫殑杞︽眹鍏ユ竻鏅ㄦ嫢鍫电殑杞︽祦鏃讹紝浠栫獊鐒剁湅瑙佽矾杈规湁涓缇ょ┛鐫濂囪寮傛湇鐨勪汉銆備粬浠兘鎶潃鏂楃銆傚痉鎬濈ぜ鍏堢敓鏈鐪嬩笉鎯埆浜虹┛寰楁ā鎬牱锛岀灖骞磋交浜虹殑閭h韩鎵撴壆锛佷粬鐚滄兂杩欏ぇ姒傚張鏄竴绉嶆棤鑱婄殑鏂版椂灏氬惂銆備粬鐢ㄦ墜鎸囨暡鍑荤潃鏂瑰悜鐩橈紝鐩厜钀藉埌浜嗙浠栨渶杩戠殑涓澶х兢鎬墿韬笂銆備粬浠鍏磋嚧鍕冨媰锛屼氦澶存帴鑰炽傚痉鎬濈ぜ鍏堢敓寰堢敓姘旓紝鍥犱负浠栧彂鐜颁粬浠腑闂存湁涓瀵规牴鏈笉骞磋交浜嗭紝閭d釜鐢风殑鏄惧緱姣斾粬骞撮緞杩樺ぇ锛岀珶鐒惰繕鎶潃涓浠剁俊缈犵豢鐨勬枟绡凤紒鐪熶笉鐭ョ緸鑰伙紒鎺ョ潃锛屽痉鎬濈ぜ鍏堢敓绐佺劧鎯冲埌杩欎簺浜哄ぇ姒傛槸涓轰粈涔堜簨鍕熸崘鍚э紝涓嶉敊锛屽氨鏄繖涔堝洖浜嬨傝溅娴佺Щ鍔ㄤ簡锛屽嚑鍒嗛挓鍚庡痉鎬濈ぜ鍏堢敓鏉ュ埌浜嗘牸鏈楀畞鍏徃鐨勫仠杞﹀満锛屼粬鐨勬濈华鍙堝洖鍒颁簡閽绘満涓娿
    Mr. Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor. If he hadn't, he might have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning. He didn't see the owls swoop ing past in broad daylight, though people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed open- mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead. Most of them had never seen an owl even at nighttime. Mr. Dursley, however, had a perfectly normal, owl-free morning. He yelled at five different people. He made several important telephone calls and shouted a bit more. He was in a very good mood until lunchtime, when he thought he'd stretch his legs and walk across the road to buy himself a bun from the bakery.
    寰锋濈ぜ鍏堢敓鍦ㄤ粬涔濇ゼ鐨勫姙鍏閲岋紝鎬绘槸涔犳儻鑳岀獥鑰屽潗銆傚鏋滀笉鏄繖鏍凤紝浠栧彲鑳戒細鍙戠幇杩欎竴澶╂棭涓婁粬鏇撮毦鎶婃濇兂闆嗕腑鍒伴捇鏈虹殑浜嬫儏涓婁簡銆備粬娌℃湁鐪嬭鎴愮兢鐨勭尗澶撮拱鍦ㄥ厜澶╁寲鏃ヤ箣涓嬩粠澶╀笂椋炶繃锛屽彲琛椾笂鐨勪汉缇ら兘鐪嬪埌浜嗭紱浠栦滑鐩灙鍙e憜锛屾寚鎸囩偣鐐癸紝鐩潃鐚ご楣颁竴鍙帴涓鍙粠澶撮《涓婃帬杩囥備粬浠ぇ澶氱敋鑷冲閲岄兘浠庢湭瑙佽繃鐚ご楣般傚痉鎬濈ぜ鍏堢敓杩欏ぉ鏃╀笂寰堟甯革紝娌℃湁鍙楀埌鐚ご楣扮殑骞叉壈銆備粬鍏堝悗瀵逛簲涓汉澶у枈澶у彨浜嗕竴閬嶏紝鍙堟墦浜嗗嚑涓噸瑕佺殑鐢佃瘽锛屽枈鐨勫0闊虫洿鍝嶃備粬鐨勬儏缁緢濂斤紝鍒板悆鍗堥キ鐨勬椂鍊欙紝浠栨兂鑸掑睍涓涓嬬瓔楠紝鍒伴┈璺瑙掔殑闈㈠寘鎴垮幓涔颁竴鍙皬鐢滃渾闈㈠寘銆
    He'd forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them next to the baker's. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn't know why, but they made him uneasy. This bunch were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn't see a single collecting tin. It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying.
    鑻ヤ笉鏄粬鍦ㄩ潰鍖呮埧闄勮繎鍙堢鍒伴偅缇ゆ姭鏂楃鐨勪汉锛屼粬鏃╁氨鎶婁粬浠繕浜嗐備粬缁忚繃浠栦滑韬竟鏃讹紝鐙犵嫚鍦扮灙浜嗕粬浠竴鐪笺備粬璇翠笉娓呰繖鏄负浠涔堬紝鍙槸瑙夊緱杩欎簺浜鸿浠栧績閲屽埆鎵傝繖浜涗汉姝e榿鍢佸柍鍠筹紝璁插緱璧峰姴锛屼絾浠栬繛涓鍙嫙鎹愮涔熸病鏈夌湅瑙併傚綋浠栨嫀鐫瑁呭湪琚嬮噷鐨勪竴鍙ぇ娌归ゼ寰鍥炶蛋锛岀粡杩囦粬浠韩杈规椂锛屼粬浠殑璇濇柇鏂画缁鍏ヤ粬鐨勮抽紦锛
    "The Potters, that's right, that's what I heard yes, their son, Harry"
    鈥滄尝鐗瑰か濡囷紝涓嶉敊锛屾垜姝f槸鍚鈥︹︹濃溾︹︽病閿欙紝浠栦滑鐨勫効瀛愶紝鍝堝埄鈥︹︹
    Mr. Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it.
    浠栫獊鐒跺仠涓嬭剼姝ワ紝鎭愭儳涓囧垎銆備粬鍥炲ご鏈濈獌绐冪璇殑浜虹兢鐪嬩簡涓鐪硷紝浼间箮鎯冲惉浠栦滑璇寸偣浠涔堬紝鍚庢潵鍙堟敼鍙樹簡涓绘剰銆
    He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his secretary not to disturb him, seized his telephone, and had almost finished dialing his home number when he changed his mind. He put the receiver back down and stroked his mustache, thinking... no, he was being stupid. Potter wasn't such an unusual name. He was sure there were lots of people called Potter who had a son called Harry. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his nephew was called Harry. He'd never even seen the boy. It might have been Harvey. Or Harold. There was no point in worrying Mrs. Dursley; she always got so upset at any mention of her sister. He didn't blame her -- if he'd had a sister like that... but all the same, those people in cloaks...
    浠栨ュ繖鍐插埌椹矾瀵归潰锛屽洖鍒板姙鍏锛屽帀澹板惄鍜愮涔︿笉瑕佹潵鎵撴壈浠栵紝鐒跺悗鎶撹捣璇濈瓛锛屽垰瑕佹嫧閫氬閲岀殑鐢佃瘽锛屼复鏃跺張鍙樹簡鍗︺備粬鏀句笅璇濈瓛锛屾懜鐫鑳¢』锛岀悽纾ㄨ捣鏉モ︹︿笉锛屼粬澶剼锠簡銆傛尝鐗瑰苟涓嶆槸涓涓█鏈夌殑濮擄紝鑲畾鏈夎澶氫汉濮撴尝鐗癸紝鑰屼笖鏈夊効瀛愬彨鍝堝埄銆傛兂鍒拌繖閲岋紝浠栫敋鑷宠繛鑷繁鐨勫鐢ユ槸涓嶆槸鍝堝埄娉㈢壒閮芥嬁涓嶅畾浜嗐備粬鐢氳嚦娌℃湁瑙佽繃杩欏瀛愩傝涓嶅畾鍙搱缁达紝鎴栬呭彨鍝堢綏寰枫傛病鏈夊繀瑕佽澶お鐑﹀績锛屽彧瑕佷竴鎻愯捣濂瑰濡癸紝濂规绘槸蹇冪儲鎰忎贡銆備粬骞朵笉璐fス锛岃鏄粬鑷繁鏈変竴涓偅鏍风殑濡瑰鍛紵鍙笉绠℃庝箞璇达紝杩欑兢鎶枟绡风殑浜衡︹
    He found it a lot harder to concentrate on drills that afternoon and when he left the building at five o'clock, he was still so worried that he walked straight into someone just outside the door.
    閭eぉ涓嬪崍锛屼粬鍙戠幇鑷繁寰堥毦涓撳績鑰冭檻閽绘満鐨勪簨銆備簲鐐归挓浠栬蛋鍑哄姙鍏澶фゼ锛屼緷鏃у績浜嬮噸閲嶏紝涓庣珯鍦ㄩ棬鍙g殑涓涓汉鎾炰簡涓弧鎬銆傝繖涓皬鑰佸ご鎵撲簡涓稊瓒勶紝宸偣鍎挎憯鍊掋
    "Sorry," he grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and almost fell. It was a few seconds before Mr. Dursley realized that the man was wearing a violet cloak. He didn't seem at all upset at being almost knocked to the ground. On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and he said in a squeaky voice that made passersby stare, "Don't be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating, this happy, happy day!"
    鈥滃涓嶈捣銆傗濆痉鎬濈ぜ鍏堢敓鍢熷摑鐫璇淬傝繃浜嗗嚑绉掗挓锛屼粬鎵嶅彂鐜拌繖浜烘姭浜嗕竴浠剁传缃楀叞鑹叉枟绡枫備粬鍑犱箮琚挒鍊掑湪鍦帮紝鍙粬浼间箮涓鐐瑰効涓嶇敓姘旓紝鑴镐笂鍙嶈岀唤鍑虹伩鐑傜殑绗戝銆傗滄偍涓嶇敤閬撴瓑锛屽皧璐电殑鍏堢敓锛屽洜涓轰粖澶╂病鏈変簨浼氭児鎴戠敓姘旓紒澶珮鍏翠簡锛屽洜涓衡樼绉樹汉鈥欐荤畻璧颁簡锛佸氨杩炲儚浣犺繖绉嶉夯鐡滐紝涔熷簲璇ュソ濂藉簡璐鸿繖澶у枩澶у簡鐨勬棩瀛愶紒鈥濅粬璇磋瘽鐨勫0闊冲皷缁嗗埡鑰筹紝浠よ繃寰鐨勪汉渚х洰銆
    And the old man hugged Mr. Dursley around the middle and walked off.
    鑰佸ご璇村畬锛屾悅浜嗘悅寰锋濈ぜ鍏堢敓鐨勮叞锛屽氨璧板紑浜嗐
    Mr. Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger. He also thought he had been called a Muggle, whatever that was. He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off for home, hoping he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn't approve of imagination.
    寰锋濈ぜ鍏堢敓绔欏湪鍘熷湴涓鍔ㄤ笉鍔紝浠夸經鐢熶簡鏍广備粬鍒氬垰琚竴涓畬鍏ㄩ檶鐢熺殑浜烘悅杩囥備粬杩樻兂鍒拌嚜宸辫绉板仛鈥滈夯鐡溾濓紝涓嶇煡杩欐槸浠涔堟剰鎬濄備粬蹇冧贡濡傞夯锛岃繛蹇欐湞鑷繁鐨勬苯杞﹁窇鍘伙紝寮杞﹀洖瀹躲備粬甯屾湜杩欎竴鍒囧彧鏄够璞★紝浠栦粠鏉ユ病鏈夊够鎯宠繃浠涔堬紝鍥犱负浠栨牴鏈笉璧炲悓骞绘兂銆
    As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw - and it didn't improve his mood -- was the tabby cat he'd spotted that morning. It was now sitting on his garden wall. He was sure it was the same one; it had the same markings around its eyes.
    褰撲粬椹跺叆鍥涘彿杞﹂亾鏃讹紝绗竴涓槧鍏ョ溂甯樼殑灏辨槸鏃╀笂浠栬杩囩殑閭e彧鑺辨枒鐚紝杩欏苟娌℃湁浣夸粬鐨勫績鎯呭ソ杞傝繖鏃剁尗姝e潗鍦ㄤ粬瀹惰姳鍥殑闄㈠涓娿備粬鑲畾杩欏彧鐚拰鏃╀笂鐨勬槸鍚屼竴鍙細鐪肩潧鍛ㄥ洿鐨勭汗璺竴妯′竴鏍枫
    "Shoo!" said Mr. Dursley loudly. The cat didn't move. It just gave him a stern look. Was this normal cat behavior? Mr. Dursley wondered. Trying to pull himself together, he let himself into the house. He was still determined not to mention anything to his wife.
    鈥滃幓鈥︹﹀幓锛佲濆痉鎬濈ぜ鍏堢敓澶у枬閬撱傜尗绾逛笣涓嶅姩锛屽彧鏄嫚鐙犲湴鐬簡浠栦竴鐪笺傝繖闅鹃亾鏄竴鍙甯哥殑鐚殑琛屼负鍚楋紵寰锋濈ぜ鍏堢敓鎰熷埌鎬鐤戙備粬鍏堣鑷繁闀囧畾涓嬫潵锛岄殢鍚庡氨杩涘眿鍘讳簡銆備粬浠嶅喅瀹氬澶お鍙瓧涓嶆彁銆
    Mrs. Dursley had had a nice, normal day. She told him over dinner all about Mrs. Next Door's problems with her daughter and how Dudley had learned a new word ("Won't!"). Mr. Dursley tried to act normally. When Dudley had been put to bed, he went into the living room in time to catch the last report on the evening news:
    寰锋濈ぜ澶お杩欎竴澶╄繃寰楀緢濂斤紝涓鍒囨甯搞傛櫄楗涓婏紝寰锋濈ぜ澶お鍚戜粬璁茶堪浜嗛偦灞呭鐨勬瘝濂崇煕鐩撅紝杩樿杈惧姏鍙堝浼氫竴涓柊璇(鈥滅粷涓嶁)锛屽痉鎬濈ぜ鍏堢敓涔熷敖閲忚〃鐜板緱姝e父銆傚畨椤胯揪鍔涚潯涓嬩箣鍚庯紝浠栨潵鍒拌捣灞呭锛屽惉鍒版櫄闂存柊闂荤殑鏈鍚庝竴娈垫姤閬擄細
    "And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported that the nation's owls have been behaving very unusually today. Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed their sleeping pattern." The newscaster allowed himself a grin. "Most mysterious. And now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim?"
    鈥滄渶鍚庯紝鎹悇鍦伴笩绫昏瀵熻呭弽鏄狅紝浠婂ぉ鍏ㄥ浗鐚ご楣拌〃鐜板弽甯搞傞氬父鎯呭喌涓嬶紝瀹冧滑閮芥槸鍦ㄥ闂存崟椋燂紝鐧藉ぉ寰堝皯闇查潰锛屽彲鏄粖澶╋紝鏃ュ嚭鏃剁尗澶撮拱灏卞洓澶勭悍椋炪備笓瀹朵滑涔熸棤娉曡В閲婄尗澶撮拱涓轰粈涔堟敼鍙樹簡瀹冧滑鐨勭潯鐪犱範鎯傗濇柊闂绘挱闊冲憳璇村埌杩欓噷锛屽挧鍢翠竴绗戯紝鈥滅湡鏄お濂囧浜嗐傜幇鍦ㄦ垜鎶婅瘽绛掍氦缁欏悏濮嗛害鍙わ紝闂棶浠栧ぉ姘旀儏鍐靛浣曘傚悏濮嗭紝浠婂ぉ澶滈噷杩樹細涓嬬尗澶撮拱闆ㄥ悧锛熲
    "Well, Ted," said the weatherman, "I don't know about that, but it's not only the owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire, and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, they've had a downpour of shooting stars! Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early -- it's not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight."
    鈥滃櫌锛屾嘲寰凤紝鈥濇皵璞℃挱闊冲憳璇达紝鈥滆繖鎴戝彲涓嶇煡閬擄紝浠婂ぉ涓嶄粎鏄尗澶撮拱琛ㄧ幇鍙嶅父銆傚叏鍥藉悇鍦拌繙鑷宠偗鐗归儭銆佺害鍏嬮儭銆佷腹鍦扳憼绛夊湴鐨勭洰鍑昏呴兘绾风悍鎵撴潵鐢佃瘽璇达紝鎴戜滑鍘熸潵棰勬姤鏄ㄥぉ鏈夐洦锛岀粨鏋滀笅鐨勪笉鏄洦鑰屾槸娴佹槦锛佷篃璁镐汉浠妸鏈鍦ㄤ竴鏄熸湡鍚庝妇琛岀殑搴嗙绡濈伀涔嬪鈶℃櫄浼氭彁鍓嶄妇琛屼簡锛屾湅鍙嬩滑锛佷笉杩囨垜鍚戜綘浠繚璇侊紝浠婃櫄涓瀹氭湁闆ㄣ傗
    Mr. Dursley sat frozen in his armchair. Shooting stars all over Britain? Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious people in cloaks all over the place? And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters...
    寰锋濈ぜ鍏堢敓鍧愬湪鎵舵墜妞呴噷鎯婂憜浜嗐傝嫳鍥芥櫘閬嶄笅娴佹槦闆ㄢ︹︾尗澶撮拱鍏夊ぉ鍖栨棩涔嬩笅鍥涘绾烽鈥︹﹀埌澶勯兘鏄姭鐫鏂楃鐨勬汉鈥︹﹁繕鏈変竴浜涗紶闂伙紝鍏充簬娉㈢壒涓瀹剁殑浼犻椈鈥︹
    Mrs. Dursley came into the living room carrying two cups of tea. It was no good. He'd have to say something to her. He cleared his throat nervously. "Er -- Petunia, dear -- you haven't heard from your sister lately, have you?"
    寰锋濈ぜ澶お绔潃涓ゆ澂鑼舵潵鍒拌捣灞呭銆傛儏鍐典笉濡欍備粬搴旇鍚戝ス閫忛湶涓浜涖備粬蹇冪涓嶅畾锛屾竻浜嗘竻鍡撳瓙锛屸滃敂鈥︹︿僵濡紝浜茬埍鐨勨︹︽渶杩戞湁浣犲濡圭殑娑堟伅鍚楋紵鈥
    As he had expected, Mrs. Dursley looked shocked and angry. After all, they normally pretended she didn't have a sister.
    涓嶅嚭鎵鏂欙紝寰锋濈ぜ澶お澶т负鍚冩儕锛屼篃寰堢敓姘斻備笉绠℃庝箞璇达紝浠栦滑閫氬父閮借鑷繁娌℃湁杩欎箞涓濡广
    "No," she said sharply. "Why?"
    鈥滄病鏈夛紝鈥濆ス鍘夊0璇达紝鈥滄庝箞浜嗭紵鈥
    "Funny stuff on the news," Mr. Dursley mumbled. "Owls... shooting stars... and there were a lot of funny-looking people in town today..."
    鈥滀粖澶╃殑鏂伴椈鏈夌偣濂囨紝鈥濆痉鎬濈ぜ鍏堢敓鍜曞摑璇达紝鈥滄垚缇ょ殑鐚ご楣扳︹︽祦鏄熼洦鈥︹︿粖澶╁煄閲屽張鏈夐偅涔堝鎬ā鎬牱鐨勪汉鈥︹︹
    "So?" snapped Mrs. Dursley.
    鈥滈偅鍙堟庝箞鏍凤紵鈥濆痉鎬濈ぜ澶お鎬ヨ丹鐧借劯鍦拌銆
    "Well, I just thought... maybe... it was something to do with... you know... her crowd."
    鈥滃摝锛屾垜鏄兂鈥︹﹁涓嶅畾鈥︹﹁繖璺熲︹︿綘鐭ラ亾鈥︹﹀ス閭d竴缇や汉鏈夊叧绯烩︹︹
    Mrs. Dursley sipped her tea through pursed lips. Mr. Dursley wondered whether he dared tell her he'd heard the name "Potter." He decided he didn't dare. Instead he said, as casually as he could, "Their son - he'd be about Dudley's age now, wouldn't he?"
    寰锋濈ぜ澶お鍢捣鍢村攪鍛蜂簡涓鍙h尪銆傚痉鎬濈ぜ鍏堢敓涓嶇煡閬撹嚜宸辨槸涓嶆槸璇ュぇ鑳嗗湴鎶婂惉鍒扳滃搱鍒┾濆悕瀛楃殑浜嬪憡璇夊ス銆備粬鍐冲畾杩樻槸涓嶈澶啋澶便備簬鏄粬灏介噺婕笉缁忓績鍦版敼鍙h锛氣滀粬浠殑鍎垮瓙锛屼粬鐜板湪璇ユ湁杈惧姏杩欎箞澶т簡鍚э紵鈥
    "I suppose so," said Mrs. Dursley stiffly.
    鈥滄垜鎯虫槸鍚с傗濆痉鎬濈ぜ澶お骞插反宸村湴璇淬
    "What's his name again? Howard, isn't it?"
    鈥滀粬鍙粈涔堝悕瀛楁潵鐫锛熸槸鍙湇鍗庡痉鍚э紵鈥
    "Harry. Nasty, common name, if you ask me."
    鈥滃彨鍝堝埄锛岃鎴戣锛岃繖鏄竴涓笉璁ㄤ汉鍠滄鐨勬櫘閫氬悕瀛椼傗
    "Oh, yes," said Mr. Dursley, his heart sinking horribly. "Yes, I quite agree."
    鈥滃摝锛屾槸鐨勩傗濆痉鎬濈ぜ鍏堢敓璇寸潃锛屾劅鍒板績閲岀獊鐒跺線涓嬩竴娌夛紝鈥滀笉閿欙紝鎴戜篃杩欎箞鎯炽傗
    He didn't say another word on the subject as they went upstairs to bed. While Mrs. Dursley was in the bathroom, Mr. Dursley crept to the bedroom window and peered down into the front garden. The cat was still there. It was staring down Privet Drive as though it were waiting for something.
    浠栦滑涓婃ゼ鐫¤鏃讹紝浠栧氨鍐嶄篃娌℃湁鎻愬埌杩欎釜璇濋浜嗐傚痉鎬濈ぜ澶お杩涙荡瀹や互鍚庛傚痉鎬濈ぜ鍏堢敓灏辫交鎵嬭交鑴氭潵鍒板崸瀹ょ獥鍓嶏紝鐪嬬湅鍓嶉潰鐨勮姳鍥傞偅鍙尗杩樺湪鍘熷湴锛屾鐩笉杞潧鍦扮洴鐫濂宠礊璺矾鍙o紝濂藉儚鍦ㄧ瓑寰呬粈涔堛
    Was he imagining things? Could all this have anything to do with the Potters? If it did... if it got out that they were related to a pair of -- well, he didn't think he could bear it.
    浠栨槸鍦ㄦ兂鍏ラ潪闈炲悧锛熻繖涓鍒囦細涓庢尝鐗逛竴瀹舵湁鍏冲悧锛熷鏋滅湡鏈夊叧绯烩︹﹀鏋滄渶鍚庣湡璺熶粬浠か濡囨湁鍏斥︹﹂偅涔堬紝浠栬涓轰粬鏄壙鍙椾笉浣忕殑銆
    The Dursleys got into bed. Mrs. Dursley fell asleep quickly but Mr. Dursley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind. His last, comforting thought before he fell asleep was that even if the Potters were involved, there was no reason for them to come near him and Mrs. Dursley. The Potters knew very well what he and Petunia thought about them and their kind.... He couldn't see how he and Petunia could get mixed up in anything that might be going on -- he yawned and turned over -- it couldn't affect them....
    寰锋濈ぜ澶鐫′笅浜嗐傚痉鎬濈ぜ澶お寰堝揩灏辩潯鐫浜嗭紝寰锋濈ぜ鍏堢敓鍗存濈华涓囧崈锛屾庝箞涔熺潯涓嶇潃瑙夈備笉杩囧湪浠栧叆鐫″墠锛屾渶鍚庝竴涓兂娉曚娇浠栨劅鍒板畨鎱帮細鍗充娇娉㈢壒涓瀹剁湡鐨勮鍗蜂簡杩涘幓锛屼篃娌℃湁鐞嗙敱鐗佃繛浠栧拰浠栧お澶傛尝鐗瑰か濡囧緢娓呮寰锋濈ぜ澶瀵逛粬浠拰浠栦滑閭g兢浜虹殑鐪嬫硶銆備粬鎵撲簡涓搱娆狅紝缈昏繃韬幓銆備笉浼氬奖鍝嶄粬浠殑鈥︹
    How very wrong he was.
    浠栧彲鏄ぇ閿欑壒閿欎簡銆
    Mr. Dursley might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat on the wall outside was showing no sign of sleepiness. It was sitting as still as a statue, its eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive. It didn't so much as quiver when a car door slammed on the next street, nor when two owls swooped overhead. In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all.
    寰锋濈ぜ鍏堢敓杩疯糠绯婄硦锛屾湰鏉ュ彲鑳借儭涔辩潯涓婁竴瑙夛紝鍙姳鍥澶翠笂鐨勯偅鍙尗鍗存病鏈変笣姣潯鎰忋傚畠鍗у湪澧欏ご涓婏紝瀹涘涓搴ч洉鍍忥紝绾逛笣涓嶅姩锛岀洰涓嶈浆鐫涘湴鐩潃濂宠礊璺繙澶勭殑琛楄銆傞偦琛楃殑涓杈嗘苯杞︾牥鐨勪竴澹板叧涓婅溅闂紝涓ゅ彧鐚ご楣版墤鎵囩潃浠庡ご椤朵笂椋炶繃锛屽畠涔熶竴鍔ㄤ笉鍔ㄣ傚疄闄呬笂锛屽揩鍒板崍澶滄椂锛屽畠鎵嶅紑濮嬪姩浜嗗姩銆
    A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground. The cat's tail twitched and its eyes narrowed.
    鐚竴鐩寸満鏈涚潃鐨勯偅涓瑙掑嚭鐜颁簡涓涓敺浜猴紝浠栨潵寰楅偅鏍风獊鐒讹紝鎮勬棤澹版伅锛岀畝鐩村儚鏄粠鍦伴噷鍐掑嚭鏉ョ殑銆傜尗灏惧反鎶栧姩浜嗕竴涓嬶紝鐪肩潧鐪垚浜嗕竴鏉$紳銆
    Nothing like this man had ever been seen on Privet Drive. He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore.
    濂宠礊璺笂浠庢潵娌℃湁瑙佽繃杩欎釜鐢蜂汉銆備粬涓瓙鐦﹂珮锛岄摱鍙戝拰閾堕』闀垮埌閮借兘澶熷鍒拌叞甯﹂噷浜嗭紝鍑繖涓鐐瑰氨鍙互鏂畾浠栧勾绾凡缁忓緢澶т簡銆備粬绌夸竴浠堕暱琚嶏紝鎶竴浠舵帺鍒板湴鐨勭传鑹叉枟绡凤紝鐧讳竴鍙屽甫鎼墸鐨勯珮璺熼澊瀛愩傚崐鏈堝舰鐨勭溂闀滃悗杈逛簩瀵规箾钃濇箾钃濈殑鏄庝寒鐪肩潧闂棯鏀惧厜銆備粬鐨勯蓟瀛愬緢闀匡紝浣嗘槸鎵浜嗭紝鐪嬫潵鑷冲皯鏂繃涓ゆ銆備粬鐨勫悕瀛楀彨闃夸笉鎬濋倱甯冨埄澶氥
    Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realize that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to realize he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered, "I should have known."
    闃夸笉鎬濋倱甯冨埄澶氫技涔庡苟娌℃湁鎰忚瘑鍒颁粠浠栫殑鍚嶅瓧鍒颁粬鐨勯澊瀛愶紝鍦ㄤ粬鏉ュ埌鐨勮繖鏉¤涓婇兘涓嶅彈娆㈣繋銆備粬蹇欑潃鍦ㄦ枟绡峰彛琚嬮噷缈诲锛屽ソ鍍忓湪鎵句粈涔堜笢瑗裤備粬涔熸病鏈夊彂鐜版湁浜虹洃瑙嗕粬锛屽洜涓轰粬绐佺劧鎶ご鐪嬭涓鐩村湪琛楅偅澶存敞瑙嗙潃浠栫殑閭e彧鐚紝鍑轰簬鏌愮鍘熷洜锛屼粬瑙夊緱杩欏彧鐚殑鏍峰瓙寰堝ソ绗戙備粬鍜挴绗戠潃锛屽槦鍝濊锛氣滄垜鏃╁氨璇ユ兂鍒颁簡銆傗
    He found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air, and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again -- the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer, until the only lights left on the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs. Dursley, they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement. Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street toward number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. He didn't look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it.
    浠栧湪閲岃竟琛h閲屾壘鍑轰簡浠栬鎵剧殑涓滆タ锛岀湅璧锋潵鍍忎竴鍙摱鍒舵墦鐏満銆備粬鎶婂畠杞昏交寮瑰紑锛岄珮涓捐捣鏉ワ紝鍜斿搾涓澹帮紝绂诲緱鏈杩戠殑涓鐩忚矾鐏櫁鐨勪竴澹扮唲鐏簡銆備粬鍙堟墦浜嗕竴涓嬶紝绗簩鐩忕伅涔熺唲鐏簡銆備粬鐢ㄧ唲鐏櫒鎵撲簡鍗佷簩娆★紝鏁存潯琛椾笂鍙墿涓嬭繙澶勪袱涓皬灏忕殑鍏夌偣锛岄偅灏辨槸鐩戣浠栫殑閭e彧鐚殑涓ゅ彧鐪肩潧銆傚鏋滆繖鏃舵湁浜哄悜绐楀鐪嬶紝鍗充娇鏄溂灏栫殑寰锋濈ぜ澶お锛屼篃涓嶄細鐪嬪埌椹矾涓婂彂鐢熺殑涓鍒囥傞倱甯冨埄澶氭妸鐔勭伅鍣ㄦ斁鍥炴枟绡烽噷杈圭殑鍙h閲岋紝涔嬪悗灏遍『鐫琛楅亾鍚戝洓鍙疯蛋鍘汇備粬鍦ㄥ澶寸尗鐨勮韩杈瑰潗涓嬫潵銆備粬娌℃湁鐪嬪畠锛屼絾杩囦簡涓浼氬効渚胯窡瀹冭璧疯瘽鏉ャ
    "Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall."
    鈥滅湡娌℃兂鍒颁細鍦ㄨ繖閲岃鍒版偍锛岄害鏍兼暀鎺堛傗
    He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead he was smiling at a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes. She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled.
    浠栧洖澶存湞鑺辨枒鐚井寰竴绗戙傝姳鏂戠尗涓嶈浜嗭紝鎹㈡垚涓涓鎯呬弗鑲冪殑濂充汉锛屾埓涓鍓柟褰㈢溂闀滐紝鐪嬭捣鏉ヨ窡鐚溂鐫涘懆鍥寸殑绾硅矾涓妯′竴鏍枫傚ス涔熸姭浜嗕竴浠剁繝缁胯壊鏂楃锛屼箤榛戠殑澶村彂鎸芥垚涓涓緢绱х殑鍙戦銆傚ス鏄惧緱闈炲父婵鍔ㄣ
    "How did you know it was me?" she asked.
    鈥滄偍鎬庝箞璁ゅ嚭閭f槸鎴戯紵鈥濆ス闂
    "My dear Professor, I 've never seen a cat sit so stiffly."
    鈥滄垜浜茬埍鐨勬暀鎺堬紝鎴戜粠鏉ユ病鏈夎杩囦竴鍙尗鍍忚繖鏍峰兊纭湴寰呯潃銆傗
    "You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day," said Professor McGonagall.
    鈥滄偍瑕佹槸鍦ㄧ爾澧欎笂鍧愪竴鏁村ぉ锛屾偍涔熶細鍙樺兊鐨勩傗濋害鏍兼暀鎺堣銆
    "All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here."
    鈥滀竴鏁村ぉ锛熸偍鏈潵搴斿綋鍙傚姞搴嗙浼氱殑鍛锛熸垜涓璺潵鍒拌繖閲岋紝鑷冲皯閬囦笂浜嗗崄浜屽満娆㈠揩鐨勮仛浼氬拰搴嗙娲诲姩銆傗
    Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily.
    楹︽牸鏁欐巿姘斿懠鍛煎湴鍝间簡涓澹般
    "Oh yes, everyone's celebrating, all right," she said impatiently. "You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no -- even the Muggles have noticed something's going on. It was on their news." She jerked her head back at the Dursleys' dark living-room window. "I heard it. Flocks of owls... shooting stars.... Well, they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent -- I'll bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense."
    鈥滃摝锛屼笉閿欙紝浜轰汉閮藉湪搴嗚春锛屽緢濂斤紒鈥濆ス鎭肩伀鍦拌锛屸滄偍浠ヤ负浠栦滑浼氭洿灏忓績璋ㄦ厧锛屽叾瀹炰笉鐒讹紝杩為夯鐡滀滑閮芥敞鎰忓埌鏈変粈涔堜簨鎯呭彂鐢熶簡锛岄兘涓婁簡浠栦滑鐨勭數瑙嗘柊闂讳簡銆傗濆ス鐚涘湴鎶婂ご杞悜寰锋濈ぜ瀹舵紗榛戠殑璧峰眳瀹ょ獥鍙o紝鈥滄垜閮藉惉瑙佷簡銆傛垚缇ょ殑鐚ご楣扳︹︽祦鏄熼洦鈥︹﹀ソ浜嗭紝浠栦滑涔熶笉鏄崄瓒崇殑鍌荤摐銆傛湁浜涗簨涔熶細寮曡捣浠栦滑鐨勬敞鎰忋傝偗鐗归儭涓嬬殑閭e満娴佹槦闆ㄢ︹︽垜鏁㈣鍑嗘槸杩瓕骞茬殑銆備粬鏈潵灏辨病澶氬皯澶磋剳銆傗
    "You can't blame them," said Dumbledore gently. "We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years."
    鈥滄偍涓嶈兘璐f粬浠紝鈥濋倱甯冨埄澶氬績骞虫皵鍜屽湴璇达紝鈥滃崄涓骞存潵鍊煎緱鎴戜滑搴嗚春鐨勪簨澶皯浜嗐傗
    "I know that," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "But that's no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors."
    鈥滆繖鎴戠煡閬擄紝鈥濋害鏍兼暀鎺堟皵鍛煎懠鍦拌锛屸滀絾杩欎簺骞朵笉鏄啋闄╄儭鏉ョ殑鐞嗙敱銆備粬浠篃澶笉灏忓績浜嗭紝澶х櫧澶╄窇鍒拌涓婂幓锛屼篃涓嶇┛涓婇夯鐡滀滑鐨勮。鏈嶏紝杩樺湪閭i噷浼犻掓秷鎭傗
    She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didn't, so she went on. "A fine thing it would be if, on the very day YouKnow-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore?"
    璇村埌杩欓噷锛屽ス鏈烘晱鍦版湞閭撳竷鍒╁鏂滅灍浜嗕竴鐪硷紝浼间箮甯屾湜浠栬兘鍛婅瘔濂逛簺浠涔堬紝浣嗛倱甯冨埄澶氭病鏈夊惐澹帮紝浜庢槸濂规帴鐫璇达細鈥滅绉樹汉缁堜簬涓嶈浜嗭紝濡傛灉姝eソ鍦ㄤ粬澶辫釜鐨勯偅涓澶╋紝楹荤摐浠彂鐜颁簡鎴戜滑鐨勪竴鍒囷紝閭e彲鐪熷お濂囧浜嗐傛垜鎯充粬鐪熺殑璧颁簡鍚э紝閭撳竷鍒╁锛熲
    "It certainly seems so," said Dumbledore. "We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop?"
    鈥滃ソ鍍忔槸杩欐牱锛屸濋倱甯冨埄澶氳锛屸滄垜浠簲璇ユ劅鍒版鎱般傛偍鏉ヤ竴鍧楁煚妾洩绯曞ソ鍚楋紵鈥
    "A what?"
    鈥滀竴鍧椾粈涔堬紵鈥
    "A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of"
    鈥滀竴鍧楁煚妾洩绯曘傝繖鏄夯鐡滀滑鐨勪竴绉嶇敎鐐广傛垜闈炲父鍠滄銆傗
    "No, thank you," said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didn't think this was the moment for lemon drops. "As I say, even if You-Know-Who has gone -"
    鈥滀笉浜嗭紝璋㈣阿銆傗濋害鏍兼暀鎺堝喎鍐峰湴璇达紝鐪嬫潵濂硅涓虹幇鍦ㄤ笉鏄悆鏌犳闆硶鐨勬椂鍊欍傗滃儚鎴戣鐨勶紝鍗充娇鈥樼绉樹汉鈥欑湡鐨勮蛋浜嗏︹︹
    "My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this 'You- Know-Who' nonsense -- for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort." Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two lemon drops, seemed not to notice. "It all gets so confusing if we keep saying 'You-Know-Who.' I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemort's name.
    鈥滄垜浜茬埍鐨勬暀鎺堬紝鍍忔偍杩欐牱鐨勬槑鐧戒汉锛屾昏鍙互鐩村懠浠栫殑澶у悕鍚э紵浠涔堢绉樹汉涓嶇绉樹汉鐨勶紝鍏ㄩ兘鏄瀻鎵贰鈥︹﹀崄涓骞翠簡锛屾垜涓鐩存兂鏂硅娉曡鏈嶅ぇ瀹讹紝鐩村懠浠栨湰浜虹殑鍚嶅瓧锛氫紡鍦伴瓟銆傗濋害鏍兼暀鎺堟墦浜嗕釜瀵掑櫎锛屽彲閭撳竷鍒╁鍦ㄦ幇涓ゅ潡绮樺湪涓璧风殑闆硶锛屼技涔庢病鏈夌暀鎰忋傗滆鏄垜浠繕缁х画鍙绉樹汉绁炵浜虹殑锛屼竴鍒囧氨閮戒贡濂椾簡銆傛垜鐪嬬洿鍛间紡鍦伴瓟鐨勫ぇ鍚嶄篃娌℃湁浠讳綍鐞嗙敱瀹虫曘傗
    "I know you haven 't, said Professor McGonagall, sounding half exasperated, half admiring. "But you're different. Everyone knows you're the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of."
    鈥滄垜鐭ラ亾鎮ㄤ笉瀹虫曪紝鈥濋害鏍兼暀鎺堝崐鏄伡鎬掞紝鍗婃槸澶歌禐鍦拌锛屸滃敖浜虹殕鐭ワ紝鎮ㄤ笌浼椾笉鍚屻傜绉樹汉鈥︹﹀摝锛屽ソ鍚э紝浼忓湴榄斺︹︽儫涓瀹虫曠殑灏辨槸鎮ㄣ傗
    "You flatter me," said Dumbledore calmly. "Voldemort had powers I will never have."
    鈥滄偍澶姮涓炬垜浜嗐傗濋倱甯冨埄澶氬钩闈欏湴璇达紝鈥滀紡鍦伴瓟鎷ユ湁鎴戞案杩滀篃涓嶄細鏈夌殑鍔熷姏銆傗
    "Only because you're too -- well -- noble to use them."
    鈥滈偅鏄洜涓烘偍澶︹﹀摝鈥︹﹀お楂樺皻浜嗭紝涓嶆効鎰忚繍鐢ㄥ畠銆傗
    "It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs."
    鈥滃垢浜忚繖閲屽緢榛戯紝搴炲紬闆峰か浜鸿濂瑰枩娆㈡垜鐨勬柊鑰冲浠ュ悗锛屾垜杩樻病鏈夊儚鐜板湪杩欐牱鑴哥孩杩囧憿銆傗
    Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said, "The owls are nothing next to the rumors that are flying around. You know what everyone's saying? About why he's disappeared? About what finally stopped him?"
    楹︽牸鏁欐巿鐙犵嫚鍦扮灙浜嗛倱甯冨埄澶氫竴鐪硷紝璇达細鈥滅尗澶撮拱鍜屾哺娌告壃鎵殑璋h█姣笉鐩稿共銆傛偍鐭ラ亾澶т紮閮藉湪璇翠粈涔堝悧锛熻浠栦负浠涔堝け韪紵璇存渶缁堟槸浠涔堝埗姝簡浠栵紵鈥
    It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold, hard wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that whatever "everyone" was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing another lemon drop and did not answer.
    杩欎竴鏉ワ紝楹︽牸鏁欐巿浼间箮鐐瑰埌浜嗗ス鎬ヤ簬鎯宠璁虹殑闂鏍稿績锛岃繖涔熸鏄ス鍦ㄥ啺鍐风殑鐮栧涓婂畧鍊欎簡涓鏁村ぉ鐨勫師鍥犮備笉绠″ス鏄竴鍙尗锛屾垨鏄竴涓コ浜猴紝濂逛粠鏉ラ兘涓嶆浘鐢ㄧ幇鍦ㄨ繖鏍烽攼鍒╃殑鐪煎厜鐪嬮倱甯冨埄澶氥傛樉鐒讹紝涓嶇澶у鎬庝箞璇达紝鍙湁浠庨倱甯冨埄澶氬彛涓緱鍒拌瘉瀹烇紝濂规墠浼氱浉淇°傞倱甯冨埄澶氬嵈鎸戜簡鍙︿竴鍧楁煚妾洩绯曪紝娌℃湁绛旇瘽銆
    "What they're saying," she pressed on, "is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are -- are -- that they're -- dead. "
    鈥滀粬浠锛屸濆ス涓嶄緷涓嶉ザ鍦拌锛屸滄槰澶╁閲屼紡鍦伴瓟缁曞埌楂橀敟鍏嬪北璋枫備粬浠槸鍘绘壘娉㈢壒澶鐨勶紝璋d紶鑾夎帀鍜岃┕濮嗘尝鐗归兘鈥︹﹂兘浠栦滑閮藉凡缁忊︹︽浜嗐傗
    Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped.
    閭撳竷鍒╁浣庝笅澶淬傞害鏍兼暀鎺堝掓娊浜嗕竴鍙f皵锛
    "Lily and James... I can't believe it... I didn't want to believe it... Oh, Albus..."
    鈥滆繖鈥︹﹁繖鏄湡鐨勫悧锛熻帀鑾夊拰瑭瑰鈥︹︽垜涓嶇浉淇♀︹︽垜涔熶笉鎰跨浉淇♀︹﹀摝锛岄樋涓嶆濃︹︹
    Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. "I know... I know..." he said heavily.
    閭撳竷鍒╁浼告墜鎷嶄簡鎷嶅ス鑲╄唨銆傗滄垜鐭ラ亾鈥︹︽垜鐭ラ亾鈥︹︹濅粬蹇冩儏娌夐噸鍦拌銆
    Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on. "That's not all. They're saying he tried to kill the Potter's son, Harry. But -- he couldn't. He couldn't kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Harry Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke -- and that's why he's gone.
    楹︽牸鏁欐巿鎺ョ潃寰涓嬭锛屽ス鐨勫0闊抽ⅳ鎶栦簡銆傗滆繕涓嶆杩欎簺銆備粬浠锛屼粬杩樻兂鏉娉㈢壒澶鐨勫効瀛愬搱鍒╋紝鍙槸娌℃湁鎴愬姛銆備粬鏉涓嶆閭d釜瀛╁瓙銆傛病鏈変汉鐭ラ亾涓轰粈涔堬紝涔熸病鏈変汉鐭ラ亾鎬庝箞浼氭潃涓嶆銆備笉杩囦粬浠锛屽綋浼忓湴榄旀潃涓嶆鍝堝埄鐨勬椂鍊欙紝浠栫殑鍔熸硶灏变笉鐭ユ庣殑澶辩伒浜嗭紝鎵浠ヤ粬鎵嶈蛋鎺変簡銆傗
    Dumbledore nodded glumly.
    閭撳竷鍒╁鎰佺湁涓嶅睍鍦扮偣浜嗙偣澶淬
    "It's -- it's true?" faltered Professor McGonagall. "After all he's done... all the people he's killed... he couldn't kill a little boy? It's just astounding... of all the things to stop him... but how in the name of heaven did Harry survive?"
    鈥滆繖鈥︹﹁繖鏄湡鐨勫悧锛熲濋害鏍兼暀鎺堢敤棰ゅ穽宸嶇殑澹伴煶璇达紝鈥滀粬鍋氫簡杩欎箞澶氬潖浜嬧︹︽潃浜嗚繖涔堝浜衡︹﹀彲绔熺劧鏉涓嶄簡涓涓瀛愶紵杩欑畝鐩翠护浜洪渿鎯娾︹︽垜浠兂浜嗛偅涔堝鍔炴硶鍘婚樆姝粬鈥︹﹀彲鑻嶅ぉ鍦ㄤ笂锛屽搱鍒╃┒绔熸槸鎬庝箞骞稿厤浜庨毦鐨勫憿锛熲
    "We can only guess," said Dumbledore. "We may never know."
    鈥滄垜浠彧鑳界寽娴嬶紝鈥濋倱甯冨埄澶氳锛屸滄垜浠彲鑳芥案杩滀篃涓嶄細鐭ラ亾銆傗
    Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch. It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said, "Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?"
    楹︽牸鏁欐巿鎺忓嚭涓鍧楄姳杈规墜甯曡交杞绘嫮浜嗘嫮闀滅墖鍚庤竟鐨勭溂鐫涖傞倱甯冨埄澶氭繁娣卞惛浜嗕竴鍙f皵锛屼粠琛h閲屾帍鍑轰竴鍧楅噾琛紝璁ょ湡鐪嬭捣鏉ャ傞偅鍙〃鏍峰瓙寰堝鎬紝鏈夊崄浜屾牴鎸囬拡锛屽嵈娌℃湁鏁板瓧锛岃繕鏈変竴浜涘皬鏄熸部鐫琛ㄧ洏杈圭紭杞姩銆傞倱甯冨埄澶氭樉鐒剁湅鏄庣櫧浜嗭紝浠栨妸琛ㄦ斁鍥炶。琚嬶紝璇达細鈥滄捣鏍艰偗瀹氳繜鍒颁簡銆傞『渚块棶涓鍙ワ紝鎴戞兂锛屽ぇ姒傛槸浠栧憡璇夋偍鎴戣鍒拌繖閲屾潵鐨勫惂锛熲
    "Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?"
    鈥滄槸鐨勶紝鈥濋害鏍兼暀鎺堣锛屸滃彲鍘荤殑鍦版柟澶氫簡锛屾偍涓轰粈涔堝亸鍋忚鍒拌繖閲屾潵鍛紵鎴戞兂锛屾偍澶ф涓嶄細鍛婅瘔鎴戝惂锛熲
    "I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now."
    鈥滄垜鏄潵鎺ュ搱鍒╋紝鎶婁粬閫佸埌浠栧Ж濡堝Ж鐖跺鐨勩傜幇鍦ㄤ粬浠槸浠栨儫涓鐨勪翰浜恒傗
    "You don't mean -- you can't mean the people who live here?" cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. "Dumbledore -- you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son -- I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here!"
    鈥滄偍涓嶄細鏄寚鈥︹︽偍涓嶅彲鑳芥槸鎸囦綇鍦ㄨ繖閲岀殑閭e浜哄惂锛熲濆ス鍣屽湴璺宠捣鏉ワ紝鎸囩潃鍥涘彿閭d竴瀹讹紝鈥滈倱甯冨埄澶氣︹︽偍鍙笉鑳借繖涔堝仛銆傛垜瑙傚療浠栦滑涓鏁村ぉ浜嗐傛偍鎵句笉鍒版瘮浠栦滑鏇翠笉鍍忎綘鎴戣繖鏍风殑浜轰簡銆備粬浠繕鏈変竴涓効瀛愨︹︽垜鐪嬭浠栧湪澶ц涓婁竴璺敤鑴氳涪浠栨瘝浜诧紝鍚电潃瑕佺硸鍚冦傝鍝堝埄娉㈢壒浣忓湪杩欓噷锛燂紒鈥
    "It's the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly. "His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter."
    鈥滆繖瀵逛粬鏄渶鍚堥傜殑鍦版柟浜嗐傗濋倱甯冨埄澶氬潥瀹氬湴璇达紝鈥滅瓑浠栭暱澶т竴浜涳紝浠栫殑濮ㄥ濮ㄧ埗浼氬悜浠栬鏄庝竴鍒囥傛垜缁欎粬浠啓浜嗕竴灏佷俊銆傗
    "A letter?" repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! He'll be famous -- a legend -- I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day in the future -- there will be books written about Harry -- every child in our world will know his name!"
    鈥滀竴灏佷俊锛熲濋害鏍兼暀鎺堟湁姘旀棤鍔涘湴閲嶅璇达紝鍙堝潗鍥炲埌澧欏ご涓娿傗滈倱甯冨埄澶氾紝鎮ㄥ綋鐪熻涓虹敤涓灏佷俊鎮ㄥ氨鑳芥妸涓鍒囬兘瑙i噴娓呮鍚楋紵杩欎簺浜烘案杩滀篃涓嶄細鐞嗚В浠栫殑锛佷粬浼氭垚鍚嶇殑鈥︹︿竴涓紶濂囦汉鐗┾︹﹀鏋滃皢鏉ユ湁涓澶╂妸浠婂ぉ瀹氫负鍝堝埄娉㈢壒鏃ワ紝鎴戜竴鐐瑰効涔熶笉浼氳寰楀鎬︹︿細鏈夎澶氬啓鍝堝埄鐨勪功鈥︹︽垜浠笘鐣岄噷鐨勬瘡涓涓瀛愰兘浼氱煡閬撲粬鐨勫悕瀛楋紒鈥
    "Exactly," said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even remember! CarA you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it?"
    鈥滆寰楀鏋佷簡锛屸濋倱甯冨埄澶氳锛屼粬閭e崐鏈堝舰鐪奸暅涓婃柟鐨勭洰鍏夋樉寰楅潪甯镐弗鑲冿紝鈥滆繖瓒充互浣夸换浣曚竴涓瀛愬啿鏄忓ご鑴戙備笉浼氳蛋璺佷笉浼氳璇濈殑鏃跺欏氨涓涓炬垚鍚嶏紒鐢氳嚦涓轰粬鏍规湰涓嶈寰楃殑浜嬫儏鑰屾垚鍚嶏紒璁╀粬鍦ㄨ繙绂昏繃鍘荤殑鍦版柟鎴愰暱锛岀洿鍒颁粬鑳芥帴鍙楄繖涓鍒囷紝鍐嶈浠栫煡閬擄紝涓嶆槸鏇村ソ鍚楋紵鈥
    Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed, and then said, "Yes -- yes, you're right, of course. But how is the boy getting here, Dumbledore?" She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding Harry underneath it.
    楹︽牸鏁欐巿寮犲紑鍢达紝鏀瑰彉浜嗙湅娉曘傚ス鍜戒簡鍙e斁娌紝鎺ョ潃璇达細鈥滄槸鍟娾︹︽槸鍟婏紝褰撶劧鎮ㄦ槸瀵圭殑銆傚彲鎬庝箞鎶婂瀛愬紕鍒拌繖閲屾潵鍛紝閭撳竷鍒╁锛熲濆ス绐佺劧鏈濅粬鐨勬枟绡风湅浜嗕竴鐪硷紝濂藉儚浠栦細鎶婂搱鍒╄棌鍦ㄦ枟绡烽噷銆
    "Hagrid's bringing him."
    鈥滄捣鏍间細鎶婁粬甯﹀埌杩欓噷鏉ャ傗
    "You think it -- wise -- to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"
    鈥滄妸杩欎箞閲嶈鐨勪簨鎯呮墭浠樼粰娴锋牸鍘诲姙鈥︹︽偍瑙夊緱鈥︹︽槑鏅哄悧锛熲
    I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore.
    鈥滄垜鍙互鎶婃垜鐨勮韩瀹舵у懡鎵樹粯缁欎粬銆傗濋倱甯冨埄澶氳銆
    "I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," said Professor McGonagall grudgingly, "but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to -- what was that?"
    鈥滄垜涓嶆槸璇翠粬蹇冩湳涓嶆锛屸濋害鏍兼暀鎺堜笉浠ヤ负鐒跺湴璇达紝鈥滃彲鏄偍涓嶈兘涓嶇湅鍒颁粬寰堢矖蹇冦備粬鎬绘槸鈥︹﹂偅鏄粈涔堝0闊筹紵鈥
    A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky -- and a huge motorcycle fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them.
    涓闃典綆娌夌殑闅嗛殕澹板垝鐮翠簡鍛ㄥ洿鐨勫瘋闈欍傚綋浠栦滑鏉ュ洖鎼滅储琛楅亾涓婃槸鍚︽湁姹借溅鍓嶇伅鐨勭伅鍏夋椂锛屽搷澹拌秺鏉ヨ秺澶э紝鏈鍚庡彉鎴愪竴闃靛惣鍙備粬浠姮鐪兼湜鐫澶╃┖锛屽彧瑙佷竴杈嗗法鍨嬫懇鎵樿嚜澶╄岄檷锛屽仠鍦ㄤ粬浠潰鍓嶇殑琛楅亾涓娿
    If the motorcycle was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild - long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of trash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular arms he was holding a bundle of blankets.
    濡傛灉璇存懇鎵樻槸涓杈嗗法鍨嬫懇鎵橈紝閭d箞楠戣溅浜哄氨鏇翠笉鍦ㄨ瘽涓嬩簡銆傞偅浜烘瘮鏅氫汉楂樹竴鍊嶏紝瀹藉害鑷冲皯鏈変簲鍊嶏紝浼间箮鏄惧緱鍑哄鍦伴珮澶э紝鑰屼笖绮楅噹鍦扮籂缁撳湪涓璧风殑涔辫摤钃殑榛戣壊闀垮彂鍜岃儭椤诲嚑涔庨伄浣忎簡澶ч儴鍒嗚劯搴烇紝閭e弻鎵嬫湁鍨冨溇妗剁洊閭d箞澶э紝涓鍙岀┛鐫鐨澊鐨勮剼鍍忎袱鍙皬娴疯睔銆備粬閭h倢鑲夊彂杈剧殑绮楀.鍙岃噦鎶辩潃涓鍗锋瘺姣
    "Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?"
    鈥滄捣鏍硷紝鈥濋倱甯冨埄澶氳锛屽惉璧锋潵鍍忔澗浜嗕竴鍙f皵锛屸滀綘鎬荤畻鏉ヤ簡銆傝繖杈嗘懇鎵樿溅浣犳槸浠庡摢閲屽紕鏉ョ殑锛熲
    "Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sit," said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I've got him, sir."
    鈥滄槸鍊熸潵鐨勶紝閭撳竷鍒╁鏁欐巿锛屸濆法浜轰竴杈瑰皬蹇冪考缈煎湴璺ㄤ笅鎽╂墭杞︼紝涓杈硅锛屸滄槸灏忓ぉ鐙兼槦甯冭幈鍏嬪熺粰鎴戠殑銆傛垜鎶婁粬甯︽潵浜嗭紝鍏堢敓銆傗
    "No problems, were there?"
    鈥滄病鏈夐亣鍒伴夯鐑﹀惂锛熲
    "No, sir -- house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin' around. He fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol."
    鈥滄病鏈夛紝鍏堢敓銆傛埧瀛愬嚑涔庡叏姣佷簡銆傛垜浠刀鍦ㄩ夯鐡滀滑浠庡洓闈㈠叓鏂规眹鎷㈡潵涔嬪墠鎶婁粬鎶变簡鍑烘潵銆傚綋鎴戜滑椋炶秺甯冮噷鏂墭灏斺憿涓婄┖鐨勬椂鍊欙紝浠栫潯鐫浜嗏︹︹
    Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.
    閭撳竷鍒╁鍜岄害鏍兼暀鎺堟湞閭e嵎姣涙淇笅韬幓銆備粬浠湅瑙佹瘺姣噷瑁圭潃涓涓敺濠达紝鐫″緱姝i銆傚瀛愬墠棰濅笂涓缁轰箤榛戠殑澶村彂涓嬭竟鏈変竴澶勫垁浼わ紝浼ゅ彛褰㈢姸寰堝鎬紝鍍忎竴閬撻棯鐢点
    "Is that where -?" whispered Professor McGonagall.
    鈥滆繖鍦版柟灏辨槸鈥︹︹濋害鏍兼暀鎺堜綆澹拌銆
    "Yes," said Dumbledore. "He'll have that scar forever."
    鈥滄槸鐨勶紝鈥濋倱甯冨埄澶氳锛屸滀粬涓杈堝瓙閮借甯︾潃杩欓亾浼ょ枻浜嗐傗
    "Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"
    鈥滀綘涓嶈兘鎯虫兂鍔炴硶鍚楋紵閭撳竷鍒╁锛熲
    "Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well -- give him here, Hagrid -- we'd better get this over with."
    鈥滃嵆浣挎湁鍔炴硶锛屾垜涔熶笉浼氬幓鍋氥備激鐤や粖鍚庡彲鑳戒細鏈夌敤澶勩傛垜宸﹁竟鑶濈洊涓婂氨鏈変竴涓枻锛屾槸涓骞呭畬鏁寸殑浼︽暒鍦伴搧鍥俱傚ソ浜嗭紝鎶婁粬缁欐垜鍚с傛捣鏍硷紝鍜变滑鏈濂借繕鏄妸浜嬫儏鍔炲Ε銆傗
    Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned toward the Dursleys' house.
    閭撳竷鍒╁鎶婂搱鍒╂嫋鍦ㄦ閲岋紝鏈濆痉鎬濈ぜ瀹惰蛋鍘汇
    "Could I -- could I say good-bye to him, sir?" asked Hagrid. He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.
    鈥滄垜鑳解︹︽垜鑳借窡浠栧憡鍒竴涓嬪悧锛熷厛鐢燂紵鈥濇捣鏍奸棶銆備粬鎶婃瘺鍙戣摤涔辩殑澶уご鍑戝埌鍝堝埄鑴镐笂锛岀粰浜嗕粬涓涓儭瀛愭媺纰淬佺棐涔庝箮鐨勫惢銆傛帴鐫娴锋牸绐佺劧鍍忎竴鍙彈浼ょ殑鐙楀彿鍙簡涓澹般
    "Shhh!" hissed Professor McGonagall, "you'll wake the Muggles!"
    鈥滃槝锛佲濋害鏍兼暀鎺堝槝浜嗕粬涓澹帮紝鈥滀綘浼氭妸楹荤摐浠惖閱掔殑锛佲
    "S-s-sorry," sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large, spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. "But I c-c-can't stand it -- Lily an' James dead -- an' poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles -"
    鈥滃鈥︹﹀鈥︹﹀涓嶈捣锛屸濇捣鏍兼娊鎶芥惌鎼湴璇达紝鎺忓嚭涓鍧楁薄娓嶆枒鏂戠殑澶ф墜甯曟潵锛屾妸鑴稿煁鍦ㄦ墜甯曢噷锛屸滄垜鈥︹︽垜瀹炲湪鍙椻︹﹀彈涓嶄簡鈥︹﹁帀鑾夊拰瑭瑰姝讳簡鈥︹﹀彲鎬滅殑灏忓搱鍒╁張瑕佷綇鍦ㄩ夯鐡滀滑瀹堕噷鈥︹︹
    "Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found," Professor McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harry's blankets, and then came back to the other two. For a full minute the three of them stood and looked at the little bundle; Hagrid's shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall blinked furiously, and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have gone out.
    鈥滄槸鍟婏紝鏄晩锛屾槸浠や汉闅捐繃锛屽彲浣犲緱鎶婃彙浣忚嚜宸憋紝涓嶇劧鎴戜滑浼氳鍙戠幇鐨勩傗濋害鏍兼暀鎺堝皬澹拌锛岃交杞绘媿浜嗕竴涓嬫捣鏍肩殑鑷傝唨銆傝繖鏃堕倱甯冨埄澶氭璺ㄨ繃鑺卞洯浣庣煯鐨勯櫌澧欙紝鏈濆ぇ闂ㄨ蛋鍘汇備粬杞昏交鎶婂搱鍒╂斁鍒板ぇ闂ㄥ彛鐨勫彴闃朵笂锛屼粠鏂楃閲屾帍鍑轰竴灏佷俊锛屽鍒板搱鍒╃殑姣涙閲岋紝鐒跺悗鍥炲埌鍙﹀涓や釜浜鸿韩杈广備粬浠笁浜虹珯鍦ㄩ偅閲屽灏忓皬鐨勬瀛愭敞瑙嗕簡瓒虫湁涓鍒嗛挓銆傛捣鏍肩殑鑲╄唨鍦ㄦ姈鍔紝楹︽牸鏁欐巿鎷煎懡鐪ㄧ溂锛岄倱甯冨埄澶氫竴鍚戦棯鍏夌殑鐪肩潧涔熸殫娣℃棤鍏変簡銆
    "Well," said Dumbledore finally, "that's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations."
    鈥滃ソ浜嗭紝鈥濋倱甯冨埄澶氱粓浜庤锛屸滃埌姝ょ粨鏉熶簡銆傛垜浠病鏈夊繀瑕佺户缁緟鍦ㄨ繖閲屻傚挶浠繕鏄幓鍙傚姞搴嗙浼氬惂銆傗
    "Yeah," said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, "I'll be takin' Sirius his bike back. G'night, Professor McGonagall -- Professor Dumbledore, sir."
    鈥滄槸鍟婏紝鈥濇捣鏍煎挄鍝濊锛屸滄垜寰楀幓鎶婅溅杩樼粰灏忓ぉ鐙兼槦銆傛櫄瀹夛紝楹︽牸鏁欐巿銆傛櫄瀹夛紝閭撳竷鍒╁鏁欐巿銆傗
    Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself onto the motorcycle and kicked the engine into life; with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night.
    娴锋牸鐢ㄥ琛h。琚栨彥浜嗘彥娴佹唱鐨勭溂鐫涳紝璺ㄤ笂鎽╂墭锛岃俯鐫浜嗗彂鍔ㄦ満锛岄殢鐫涓澹板惣鍙紝鎽╂墭杞﹁吘绌鸿岃捣锛屾秷澶卞湪澶滆壊閲屻
    "I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall," said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply.
    鈥滃笇鏈涘緢蹇拰鎮ㄨ闈紝楹︽牸鏁欐巿銆傗濋倱甯冨埄澶氭湞楹︽牸鏁欐巿鐐瑰ご璇淬傚ス鎿や簡鎿ら蓟瀛愪綔涓哄洖绛斻
    Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the corner he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once, and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four.
    閭撳竷鍒╁杞韩鏉ュ埌琛椾笂銆備粬鍦ㄨ瑙掍笂鎺忓嚭閾跺埗鐔勭伅鍣紝鍜斿搾寮逛簡涓涓嬶紝鍙鍗佷簩涓伀鐞冨張鍥炲埌鍚勮嚜鐨勮矾鐏笂锛屽コ璐炶矾椤挎椂鏄犵収鍑轰竴鐗囨榛勶紝浠栫湅瑙佷竴鍙姳鏂戠尗姝f倓鎮勪粠琛楅偅澶寸殑鎷愯婧滄帀浜嗐備粬鎭板ソ鍙互鐪嬭鍥涘彿鍙伴樁涓婃斁鐫鐨勯偅涓敤姣瓙瑁圭潃鐨勫皬鍖呫
    "Good luck, Harry," he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone.
    鈥滅浣犲ソ杩愶紝鍝堝埄銆傗濅粬鍠冨杻鍦拌閬擄紝鎺ョ潃璺鸿剼璺熶竴杞韩锛屽彧鍚枟绡烽鐨勪竴澹帮紝浠栧凡缁忔秷澶卞緱鏃犲奖鏃犺釜浜嗐
    A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours' time by Mrs. Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley... He couldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: "To Harry Potter -- the boy who lived!"
    寰鎷傚姩鐫濂宠礊璺袱鏃佹暣娲佺殑鏍戠锛岃閬撳湪婕嗛粦鐨勫ぉ绌轰笅瀵傞潤鏃犲0锛屼竴灏樹笉鏌擄紝璋佷篃涓嶄細鎯冲埌杩欓噷浼氬彂鐢熼獓浜哄惉闂荤殑浜嬫儏銆傚搱鍒╂尝鐗瑰湪姣瓙鍖呴噷缈讳簡涓韩锛屼絾浠栧苟娌℃湁閱掋備粬鐨勪竴鍙皬鎵嬫濂芥斁鍦ㄩ偅灏佷俊鏃佽竟銆備粬杩樼户缁矇鐫★紝涓鐐逛笉鐭ラ亾浠栧緢鐗规畩锛屼笉鐭ラ亾浠栧悕姘斿緢澶э紝涓嶇煡閬撳啀杩囧嚑灏忔椂锛岀瓑寰锋濈ぜ澶お寮澶ч棬鏀惧ザ鐡舵椂锛屼粬浼氳濂圭殑灏栧彨澹板惖閱掞紱鏇翠笉浼氱煡閬擄紝鍦ㄦ湭鏉ョ殑鍑犱釜鏄熸湡锛屼粬琛ㄥ摜杈惧姏浼氬浠栬繛鎹呭甫鎴筹紝杩炴帎甯︽嫥鈥︹︿粬涔熶笉鍙兘鐭ラ亾锛屽氨鍦ㄦ鍒伙紝鍏ㄥ浗浜洪兘鍦ㄧ瀵嗚仛浼氥備汉浠珮涓鹃厭鏉倓澹拌锛氣滅绂忓ぇ闅句笉姝荤殑瀛╁瓙鈥斺斿搱鍒┞锋尝鐗癸紒鈥
    
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