jkrowling.harrypotterandgf-第19部分

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　　　〃Freedom　is　going　to　Dobby's　head；　sir；　〃　said　Winky　sadly。　〃Ideas　above　his　station；　sir。　Can't　get　another　position；　sir。〃
　　　〃Why　not？〃　said　Harry。
　　　Winky　lowered　her　voice　by　a　half…octave　and　whispered；　〃He　is　wanting　paying　for　his　work；　sir。〃
　　　〃Paying？〃　said　Harry　blankly。　〃Well…why　shouldn't　he　be　paid？〃
　　　Winky　looked　quite　horrified　at　the　idea　and　closed　her　fingers　slightly　so　that　her　face　was　half…hidden　again。
　　　〃House…elves　is　not　paid；　sir！〃　she　said　in　a　muffled　squeak。　〃No；　no；　no。　I　says　to　Dobby；　I　says；　go　find　yourself　a　nice　family　and　settle　down；　Dobby。　He　is　getting　up　to　all　sorts　of　high　jinks；　sir；　what　is　unbeing　to　a　house…elf。　You　goes　racketing　around　like　this；　Dobby；　I　says；　and　next　thing　I　hear　you's　up　in　front　of　the　Department　for　the　Regulation　and　Control　of　Magical　Creatures；　like　some　mon　goblin。〃
　　　〃Well；　it's　about　time　he　had　a　bit　of　fun；〃　said　Harry。
　　　〃House…elves　is　not　supposed　to　have　fun；　Harry　Potter；〃　said　Winky　firmly；　from　behind　her　hands。　〃House…elves　does　what　they　is　told。　I　is　not　liking　heights　at　all；　Harry　Potter〃…she　glanced　toward　the　edge　of　the　box　and　gulped…〃but　my　master　sends　me　to　the　Top　Box　and　I　es；　sir。〃
　　　〃Why's　he　sent　you　up　here；　if　he　knows　you　don't　like　heights？〃　said　Harry；　frowning。
　　　〃Master…master　wants　me　to　save　him　a　seat；　Harry　Potter。　He　is　very　busy；〃　said　Winky；　tilting　her　head　toward　the　empty　space　beside　her。　〃Winky　is　wishing　she　is　back　in　master's　tent；　Harry　Potter；　but　Winky　does　what　she　is　told。　Winky　is　a　good　house…elf。〃
　　　She　gave　the　edge　of　the　box　another　frightened　look　and　hid　her　eyes　pletely　again。　Harry　turned　back　to　the　others。
　　　〃So　that's　a　house…elf？〃　Ron　muttered。　〃Weird　things；　aren't　they？〃
　　　〃Dobby　was　weirder；〃　said　Harry　fervently。
　　　Ron　pulled　out　his　Omnioculars　and　started　testing　them；　staring　down　into　the　crowd　on　the　other　side　of　the　stadium。
　　　〃Wild！〃　he　said；　twiddling　the　replay　knob　on　the　side。　I　can　make　that　old　bloke　down　there　pick　his　nose　again　。。。and　again　。。。and　again。。。〃
　　　Hermione；　meanwhile；　was　skimming　eagerly　through　her　velvetcovered；　tasseled　program。
　　　〃'A　display　from　the　team　mascots　will　precede　the　match；〃'　she　read　aloud。
　　　
　　　〃Oh　that's　always　worth　watching；〃　said　Mr。　Weasley。　〃National　teams　bring　creatures　from　their　native　land；　you　know；　to　put　on　a　bit　of　a　show。〃
　　　The　box　filled　gradually　around　them　over　the　next　half　hour。　Mr。　Weasley　kept　shaking　hands　with　people　who　were　obviously　very　important　wizards。　Percy　jumped　to　his　feet　so　often　that　he　looked　as　though　he　were　trying　to　sit　on　a　hedgehog。　When　Cornelius　Fudge；　the　Minister　of　Magic　himself；　arrived；　Percy　bowed　so　low　that　his　glasses　fell　off　and　shattered。　Highly　embarrassed；　he　repaired　them　with　his　wand　and　thereafter　remained　in　his　seat；　throwing　jealous　looks　at　Harry；　whom　Cornelius　Fudge　had　greeted　like　an　old　friend。　They　had　met　before；　and　Fudge　shook　Harry's　hand　in　a　fatherly　fashion；　asked　how　he　was；　and　introduced　him　to　the　wizards　on　either　side　of　him。
　　　〃Harry　Potter；　you　know；〃　he　told　the　Bulgarian　minister　loudly；　who　was　wearing　splendid　robes　of　black　velvet　trimmed　with　gold　and　didn't　seem　to　understand　a　word　of　English。　〃Harry　Potter　。。。oh　e　on　now；　you　know　who　he　is　。。。the　boy　who　survived　You…Know…Who　。。。you　do　know　who　he　is…〃
　　　The　Bulgarian　wizard　suddenly　spotted　Harry's　scar　and　started　gabbling　loudly　and　excitedly；　pointing　at　it。
　　　〃Knew　we'd　get　there　in　the　end；〃　said　Fudge　wearily　to　Harry。　〃I'm　no　great　shakes　at　languages；　I　need　Barty　Crouch　for　this　sort　of　thing。　Ah；　I　see　his　house…elf's　saving　him　a　seat。。。　Good　job　too；　these　Bulgarian　blighters　have　been　trying　to　cadge　all　the　best　places　。。。ah；　and　here's　Lucius！〃
　　　Harry；　Ron；　and　Hermione　turned　quickly。　Edging　along　the　second　row　to　three　still…empty　seats　right　behind　Mr。　Weasley　were　none　other　than　Dobby　the　house…elf's　former　owners：　Lucius　Malfoy；　his　son；　Draco；　and　a　woman　Harry　supposed　must　be　Draco's　mother。
　　　Harry　and　Draco　Malfoy　had　been　enemies　ever　since　their　very　first　journey　to　Hogwarts。　A　pale　boy　with　a　pointed　face　and　white…blond　hair；　Draco　greatly　resembled　his　father。　His　mother　was　blonde　too；　tall　and　slim；　she　would　have　been　nice…looking　if　she　hadn't　been　wearing　a　look　that　suggested　there　was　a　nasty　smell　under　her　nose。
　　　〃Ah；　Fudge；〃　said　Mr。　Malfoy；　holding　out　his　hand　as　he　reached　the　Minister　of　Magic。　〃How　are　you？　I　don't　think　you've　met　my　wife；　Narcissa？　Or　our　son；　Draco？〃
　　　〃How　do　you　do；　how　do　you　do？〃　said　Fudge；　smiling　and　bowing　to　Mrs。　Malfoy。　〃And　allow　me　to　introduce　you　to　Mr。　Oblansk…Obalonsk…Mr。…well；　he's　the　Bulgarian　Minister　of　Magic；　and　he　can't　understand　a　word　I'm　saying　anyway；　so　never　mind。　And　let's　see　who　else…you　know　Arthur　Weasley；　I　daresay？〃
　　　It　was　a　tense　moment。　Mr。　Weasley　and　Mr。　Malfoy　looked　at　each　other　and　Harry　vividly　recalled　the　last　time　they　had　e　face…to…face：　It　had　been　in　Flourish　and　Blotts'　bookshop；　and　they　had　had　a　fight。　Mr。　Malfoy's　cold　gray　eyes　swept　over　Mr。　Weasley；　and　then　up　and　down　the　row。
　　　〃Good　lord；　Arthur；〃　he　said　softly。　〃What　did　you　have　to　sell　to　get　seats　in　the　Top　Box？　Surely　your　house　wouldn't　have　fetched　this　much？〃
　　　Fudge；　who　wasn't　listening；　said；　〃Lucius　has　just　given　a　very　generous　contribution　to　St。　Mungo's　Hospital　for　Magical　Maladies　and　Injuries；　Arthur。　He's　here　as　my　guest。〃
　　　〃How…how　nice；〃　said　Mr。　Weasley；　with　a　very　strained　smile。
　　　Mr。　Malfoy's　eyes　had　returned　to　Hermione；　who　went　slightly　pink；　but　stared　determinedly　back　at　him。　Harry　knew　exactly　what　was　making　Mr。　Malfoy's　lip　curl　like　that。　The　Malfoys　prided　themselves　on　being　purebloods；　in　other　words；　they　considered　anyone　of　Muggle　descent；　like　Hermione；　second…class。　However；　under　the　gaze　of　the　Minister　of　Magic；　Mr。　Malfoy　didn't　dare　say　anything。　He　nodded　sneeringly　to　Mr。　Weasley　and　continued　down　the　line　to　his　seats。　Draco　shot　Harry；　Ron；　and　Hermione　one　contemptuous　look；　then　settled　himself　between　his　mother　and　father。
　　　〃Slimy　gits；〃　Ron　muttered　as　he；　Harry；　and　Hermione　turned　to　face　the　field　again。　Next　moment；　Ludo　Bagman　charged　into　the　box。
　　　〃Everyone　ready？〃　he　said；　his　round　face　gleaming　like　a　great；　excited　Edam。　〃Minister…ready　to　go？〃
　　　〃Ready　when　you　are；　Ludo；〃　said　Fudge　fortably。
　　　Ludo　whipped　out　his　wand；　directed　it　at　his　own　throat；　and　said　〃Sonorus！〃　and　then　spoke　over　the　roar　of　sound　that　was　now　filling　the　packed　stadium；　his　voice　echoed　over　them；　booming　into　every　corner　of　the　stands。
　　　〃Ladies　and　gentlemen。。。　wele！　Wele　to　the　final　of　the　four　hundred　and　twenty…second　Quidditch　World　Cup！〃
　　　The　spectators　screamed　and　clapped。　Thousands　of　flags　waved；　adding　their　discordant　national　anthems　to　the　racket。　The　huge　blackboard　opposite　them　was　wiped　clear　of　its　last　message　（Bertie　Bott's　Every　Flavor　Beans…A　Risk　With　Every　Mouthful！）　and　now　showed　BULGARIA：　0；　IRELAND：　0。
　　　〃And　now；　without　further　ado；　allow　me　to　introduce。。。　the　Bulgarian　National　Team　Mascots！〃
　　　The　right…hand　side　of　the　stands；　which　was　a　solid　block　of　scarlet；　roared　its　approval。
　　　〃I　wonder　what　they've　brought；〃　said　Mr。　Weasley；　leaning　forward　in　his　seat。　〃Aaah！〃　He　suddenly　whipped　off　his　glasses　and　polished　them　hurriedly　on　his　robes。　〃Veela！〃
　　　〃What　are　veel　…？〃
　　　But　a　hundred　veela　were　now　gliding　out　onto　the　field；　and　Harry's　question　was　answered　for　him。　Veela　were　women。。。　the　most　beautiful　women　Harry　had　ever　seen。。。　except　that　they　weren't…they　couldn't　be…human。　This　puzzled　Harry　for　a　moment　while　he　tried　to　guess　what　exactly　they　could　be；　what　could　make　their　skin　shine　moon…bright　like　that；　or　their　white…gold　hair　fan　out　behind　them　without　wind。。。　but　then　the　music　started；　and　Harry　stopped　worrying　about　them　not　being　human…in　fact；　he　stopped　worrying　about　anything　at　all。
　　　The　veela　had　started　to　dance；　and　Harry's　mind　had　gone　pletely　and　blissfully　blank。　All　that　mattered　in　the　world　was　that　he　kept　watching　the　veela；　because　if　they　stopped　dancing；　terrible　thi