jkrowling.harrypotterandgf-第22部分

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　was　drawing　level　with　Lynch　now　as　the　pair　of　them　hurtled　toward　the　ground　again…
　　　〃They're　going　to　crash！〃　shrieked　Hermione。
　　　〃They're　not！〃　roared　Ron。
　　　〃Lynch　is！〃　yelled　Harry。
　　　And　he　was　right…for　the　second　time；　Lynch　hit　the　ground　with　tremendous　force　and　was　immediately　stampeded　by　a　horde　of　angry　veela。
　　　〃The　Snitch；　where's　the　Snitch？〃　bellowed　Charlie；　along　the　row。
　　　〃He's　got　it…Krum's　got　it…it's　all　over！〃　shouted　Harry。
　　　Krum；　his　red　robes　shining　with　blood　from　his　nose；　was　rising　gently　into　the　air；　his　fist　held　high；　a　glint　of　gold　in　his　hand。
　　　The　scoreboard　was　flashing　BULGARIA：　160；　IRELAND：　170　across　the　crowd；　who　didn't　seem　to　have　realized　what　had　happened。　Then；　slowly；　as　though　a　great　jumbo　jet　were　revving　up；　the　rumbling　from　the　Ireland　supporters　grew　louder　and　louder　and　erupted　into　screams　of　delight。
　　　〃IRELAND　WINS！〃　Bagman　shouted；　who　like　the　Irish；　seemed　to　be　taken　aback　by　the　sudden　end　of　the　match。
　　　〃KRUM　GETS　THE　SNITCH…BUT　IRELAND　WINS…good　lord；　I　don't　think　any　of　us　were　expecting　that！〃
　　　〃What　did　he　catch　the　Snitch　for？〃　Ron　bellowed；　even　as　he　jumped　up　and　down；　applauding　with　his　hands　over　his　head。　〃He　ended　it　when　Ireland　were　a　hundred　and　sixty　points　ahead；　the　idiot！〃
　　　〃He　knew　they　were　never　going　to　catch　up！〃　Harry　shouted　back　over　all　the　noise；　also　applauding　loudly。　〃The　Irish　Chasers　were　too　good。。。　He　wanted　to　end　it　on　his　terms；　that's　all。。。
　　　〃He　was　very　brave；　wasn't　he？〃　Hermione　said；　leaning　forward　to　watch　Krum　land　as　a　swarm　of　mediwizards　blasted　a　path　through　the　battling　leprechauns　and　veela　to　get　to　him。　〃He　looks　a　terrible　mess。。。〃
　　　Harry　put　his　Omnioculars　to　his　eyes　again。　It　was　hard　to　see　what　was　happening　below；　because　leprechauns　were　zooming　delightedly　all　over　the　field；　but　he　could　just　make　out　Krum；　surrounded　by　mediwizards。　He　looked　surlier　than　ever　and　refused　to　let　them　mop　him　up。　His　team　members　were　around　him；　shaking　their　heads　and　looking　dejected；　a　short　way　away；　the　Irish　players　were　dancing　gleefully　in　a　shower　of　gold　descending　from　their　mascots。　Flags　were　waving　all　over　the　stadium；　the　Irish　national　anthem　blared　from　all　sides；　the　veela　were　shrinking　back　into　their　usual；　beautiful　selves　now；　though　looking　dispirited　and　forlorn。
　　　〃Vell；　ve　fought　bravely；〃　said　a　gloomy　voice　behind　Harry。　He　looked　around；　it　was　the　Bulgarian　Minister　of　Magic。
　　　〃You　can　speak　English！〃　said　Fudge；　sounding　outraged。　〃And　you've　been　letting　me　mime　everything　all　day！〃
　　　〃Veil；　it　vos　very　funny；〃　said　the　Bulgarian　minister；　shrugging。
　　　〃And　as　the　Irish　team　performs　a　lap　of　honor；　flanked　by　their　mascots；　the　Quidditch　World　Cup　itself　is　brought　into　the　Top　Box！〃　roared　Bagman。
　　　Harry's　eyes　were　suddenly　dazzled　by　a　blinding　white　light；　as　the　Top　Box　was　magically　illuminated　so　that　everyone　in　the　stands　could　see　the　inside。　Squinting　toward　the　entrance；　he　saw　two　panting　wizards　carrying　a　vast　golden　cup　into　the　box；　which　they　handed　to　Cornelius　Fudge；　who　was　still　looking　very　disgruntled　that　he'd　been　using　sign　language　all　day　for　nothing。
　　　〃Let's　have　a　really　loud　hand　for　the　gallant　losers…Bulgaria！〃　Bagman　shouted。
　　　And　up　the　stairs　into　the　box　came　the　seven　defeated　Bulgarian　players。　The　crowd　below　was　applauding　appreciatively；　Harry　could　see　thousands　and　thousands　of　Omniocular　lenses　flashing　and　winking　in　their　direction。
　　　One　by　one；　the　Bulgarians　filed　between　the　rows　of　seats　in　the　box；　and　Bagman　called　out　the　name　of　each　as　they　shook　hands　with　their　own　minister　and　then　with　Fudge。　Krum；　who　was　last　in　line；　looked　a　real　mess。　Two　black　eyes　were　blooming　spectacularly　on　his　bloody　face。　He　was　still　holding　the　Snitch。　Harry　noticed　that　he　seemed　much　less　coordinated　on　the　ground。　He　was　slightly　duck…footed　and　distinctly　round…shouldered。　But　when　Krum's　name　was　announced；　the　whole　stadium　gave　him　a　resounding；　earsplitting　roar。
　　　And　then　came　the　Irish　team。　Aidan　Lynch　was　being　supported　by　Moran　and　Connolly；　the　second　crash　seemed　to　have　dazed　him　and　his　eyes　looked　strangely　unfocused。　But　he　grinned　happily　as　Troy　and　Quigley　lifted　the　Cup　into　the　air　and　the　crowd　below　thundered　its　approval。　Harry's　hands　were　numb　with　clapping。
　　　At　last；　when　the　Irish　team　had　left　the　box　to　perform　another　lap　of　honor　on　their　brooms　（Aidan　Lynch　on　the　back　of　Confolly's；　clutching　hard　around　his　waist　and　still　grinning　in　a　bemused　sort　of　way）；　Bagman　pointed　his　wand　at　his　throat　and　muttered；　〃Quietus。〃
　　　〃They'll　be　talking　about　this　one　for　years；〃　he　said　hoarsely；　〃a　really　unexpected　twist；　that。。。　shame　it　couldn't　have　lasted　longer。。。　Ah　yes。。。　yes；　I　owe　you。。。　how　much？〃
　　　For　Fred　and　George　had　just　scrambled　over　the　backs　of　their　seats　and　were　standing　in　front　of　Ludo　Bagman　with　broad　grins　on　their　faces；　their　hands　outstretched。
　　　
　　　
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　　　Don't　tell　your　mother　you've　been　gambling；〃　Mr。　Weasley　implored　Fred　and　George　as　they　all　made　their　way　slowly　down　the　purple…carpeted　stairs。
　　　〃Don't　worry；　Dad；〃　said　Fred　gleefully；　〃we've　got　big　plans　for　this　money。　We　don't　want　it　confiscated。〃
　　　Mr。　Weasley　looked　for　a　moment　as　though　he　was　going　to　ask　what　these　big　plans　were；　but　seemed　to　decide；　upon　reflection；　that　he　didn't　want　to　know。
　　　They　were　soon　caught　up　in　the　crowds　now　flooding　out　of　the　stadium　and　back　to　their　campsites。　Raucous　singing　was　borne　toward　them　on　the　night　air　as　they　retraced　their　steps　along　the　lantern…lit　path；　and　leprechauns　kept　shooting　over　their　heads；　cackling　and　waving　their　lanterns。　When　they　finally　reached　the　tents；　nobody　felt　like　sleeping　at　all；　and　given　the　level　of　noise　around　them；　Mr。　Weasley　agreed　that　they　could　all　have　one　last　cup　of　cocoa　together　before　turning　in。　They　were　soon　arguing　enjoyably　about　the　match；　Mr。　Weasley　got　drawn　into　a　disagreement　about　cobbing　with　Charlie；　and　it　was　only　when　Ginny　fell　asleep　right　at　the　tiny　table　and　spilled　hot　chocolate　all　over　the　floor　that　Mr。　Weasley　called　a　halt　to　the　verbal　replays　and　insisted　that　everyone　go　to　bed。　Hermione　and　Ginny　went　into　the　next　tent；　and　Harry　and　the　rest　of　the　Weasleys　changed　into　pajamas　and　clambered　into　their　bunks。　From　the　other　side　of　the　campsite　they　could　still　hear　much　singing　and　the　odd　echoing　bang。
　　　〃Oh　I　am　glad　I'm　not　on　duty；〃　muttered　Mr。　Weasley　sleepily。　〃I　wouldn't　fancy　having　to　go　and　tell　the　Irish　they've　got　to　stop　celebrating。〃
　　　Harry；　who　was　on　a　top　bunk　above　Ron；　lay　staring　up　at　the　canvas　ceiling　of　the　tent；　watching　the　glow　of　an　occasional　leprechaun　lantern　flying　overhead；　and　picturing　again　some　of　Krum's　more　spectacular　moves。　He　was　itching　to　get　back　on　his　own　Firebolt　and　try　out　the　Wronski　Feint。。。　Somehow　Oliver　Wood　had　never　managed　to　convey　with　all　his　wriggling　diagrams　what　that　move　was　supposed　to　look　like。。。　Harry　saw　himself　in　robes　that　had　his　name　on　the　back；　and　imagined　the　sensation　of　hearing　a　hundred…thousand…strong　crowd　roar；　as　Ludo　Bagman's　voice　echoed　throughout　the　stadium；　〃I　give　you。。。　Potter！〃
　　　Harry　never　knew　whether　or　not　he　had　actually　dropped　off　to　sleep…his　fantasies　of　flying　like　Krum　might　well　have　slipped　into　actual　dreams…all　he　knew　was　that；　quite　suddenly；　Mr。　Weasley　was　shouting。
　　　〃Get　up！　Ron…Harry…e　on　now；　get　up；　this　is　urgent！〃
　　　Harry　sat　up　quickly　and　the　top　of　his　head　hit　canvas。
　　　〃S'　matter？〃　he　said。
　　　Dimly；　he　could　tell　that　something　was　wrong。　The　noises　in　the　campsite　had　changed。　The　singing　had　stopped。　He　could　hear　screams；　and　the　sound　of　people　running。　He　slipped　down　from　the　bunk　and　reached　for　his　clothes；　but　Mr。　Weasley；　who　had　pulled　on　his　jeans　over　his　own　pajamas；　said；　〃No　time；　Harry…just　grab　a　jacket　and　get　outside…quickly！〃
　　　Harry　did　as　he　was　told　and　hurried　out　of　the　tent；　Ron　at　his　heels。
　　　By　the　light　of　the　few　fires　that　were　still　burning；　he　could　see　people　running　away　in