jkrowling.harrypotterandgf-第36部分

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　　　〃Dunno；〃　said　Fred；　〃but　it's　them　we'll　have　to　fool。　I　reckon　a　couple　of　drops　of　Aging　Potion　might　do　it；　George。。。〃
　　　〃Dumbledore　knows　you're　not　of　age；　though；〃　said　Ron。
　　　〃Yeah；　but　he's　not　the　one　who　decides　who　the　champion　is；　is　he？〃　said　Fred　shrewdly。　〃Sounds　to　me　like　once　this　judge　knows　who　wants　to　enter；　he'll　choose　the　best　from　each　school　and　never　mind　how　old　they　are。　Dumbledore's　trying　to　stop　us　giving　our　names。〃
　　　〃People　have　died；　though！〃　said　Hermione　in　a　worried　voice　as　they　walked　through　a　door　concealed　behind　a　tapestry　and　started　up　another；　narrower　staircase。
　　　〃Yeah；〃　said　Fred　airily；　〃but　that　was　years　ago；　wasn't　it？　Anyway；　where's　the　fun　without　a　bit　of　risk？　Hey；　Ron；　what　if　we　find　out　how　to　get　'round　Dumbledore？　Fancy　entering？〃
　　　〃What　d'you　reckon？〃　Ron　asked　Harry。　〃Be　cool　to　enter；　wouldn't　it？　But　I　s'pose　they　might　want　someone　older。。。　Dunno　if　we've　learned　enough。。。
　　　〃I　definitely　haven't；〃　came　Nevihle's　gloomy　voice　from　behind　Fred　and　George。
　　　〃I　expect　my　gran'd　want　me　to　try；　though。　She's　always　going　on　about　how　I　should　be　upholding　the　family　honor。　I'll　just　have　to…oops。。。〃
　　　Neville's　foot　had　sunk　right　through　a　step　halfway　up　the　staircase。　There　were　many　of　these　trick　stairs　at　Hogwarts；　it　was　second　nature　to　most　of　the　older　students　to　jump　this　particular　step；　but　Neville's　memory　was　notoriously　poor。　Harry　and　Ron　seized　him　under　the　armpits　and　pulled　him　out；　while　a　suit　of　armor　at　the　top　of　the　stairs　creaked　and　clanked；　laughing　wheezily。
　　　〃Shut　it；　you；〃　said　Ron；　banging　down　its　visor　as　they　passed。　They　made　their　way　up　to　the　entrance　to　Gryffindor　Tower；　which　was　concealed　behind　a　large　portrait　of　a　fat　lady　in　a　pink　silk　dress。
　　　〃Password？〃　she　said　as　they　approached。
　　　〃Balderdash；〃　said　George；　〃a　prefect　downstairs　told　me。〃
　　　The　portrait　swung　forward　to　reveal　a　hole　in　the　wall　through　which　they　all　climbed。　A　crackling　fire　warmed　the　circular　mon　room；　which　was　full　of　squashy　armchairs　and　tables。　Hermione　cast　the　merrily　dancing　flames　a　dark　look；　and　Harry　distinctly　heard　her　mutter　〃Slave　labor〃　before　bidding　them　good　night　and　disappearing　through　the　doorway　to　the　girls'　dormitory。
　　　Harry；　Ron；　and　Neville　climbed　up　the　last；　spiral　staircase　until　they　reached　their　own　dormitory；　which　was　situated　at　the　top　of　the　tower。　Five　four…poster　beds　with　deep　crimson　hangings　stood　against　the　walls；　each　with　its　owner's　trunk　at　the　foot。　Dean　and　Seamus　were　already　getting　into　bed；　Seamus　had　pinned　his　Ireland　rosette　to　his　headboard；　and　Dean　had　tacked　up　a　poster　of　Viktor　Krum　over　his　bedside　table。　His　old　poster　of　the　West　Ham　football　team　was　pinned　right　next　to　it。
　　　〃Mental；〃　Ron　sighed；　shaking　his　head　at　the　pletely　stationary　soccer　players。
　　　Harry；　Ron；　and　Neville　got　into　their　pajamas　and　into　bed。　Someone…a　house…elf；　no　doubt…had　placed　warming　pans　between　the　sheets。　It　was　extremely　fortable；　lying　there　in　bed　and　listening　to　the　storm　raging　outside。
　　　〃I　might　go　in　for　it；　you　know；〃　Ron　said　sleepily　through　the　darkness；　〃if　Fred　and　George　find　out　how　to。。。　the　tournament。。。　you　never　know；　do　you？〃
　　　〃S'pose　not。。。〃
　　　Harry　rolled　over　in　bed；　a　series　of　dazzling　new　pictures　forming　in　his　mind's　eye。。。　He　had　hoodwinked　the　impartial　judge　into　believing　he　was　seventeen。。。　he　had　bee　Hogwarts　champion。。。　he　was　standing　on　the　grounds；　his　arms　raised　in　triumph　in　front　of　the　whole　school；　all　of　whom　were　applauding　and　screaming。。。　he　had　just　won　the　Triwizard　Tournament。　Cho's　face　stood　out　particularly　clearly　in　the　blurred　crowd；　her　face　glowing　with　admiration。。。
　　　Harry　grinned　into　his　pillow；　exceptionally　glad　that　Ron　couldn't　see　what　he　could。
　　　
　　　
　　　CHAPTER　THIRTEEN
　　　MAD…EYE　MOODY
　　　
　　　The　storm　had　blown　itself　out　by　the　following　morning；　though　the　ceiling　in　the　Great　Hall　was　still　gloomy；　heavy　clouds　of　pewter　gray　swirled　overhead　as　Harry；　Ron；　and　Hermione　examined　their　new　course　schedules　at　breakfast。　A　few　seats　along；　Fred；　George；　and　Lee　Jordan　were　discussing　magical　methods　of　aging　themselves　and　bluffing　their　way　into　the　Triwizard　Tournament。
　　　〃Today's　not　bad。。。　outside　all　morning；〃　said　Ron；　who　was　running　his　finger　down　the　Monday　column　of　his　schedule。　〃Herbology　with　the　Hufflepuffs　and　Care　of　Magical　Creatures。。。　damn　it；　we're　still　with　the　Slytherins。。。〃
　　　〃Double　Divination　this　afternoon；〃　Harry　groaned；　looking　down。　Divination　was　his　least　favorite　subject；　apart　from　Potions。　Professor　Trelawney　kept　predicting　Harry's　death；　which　he　found　extremely　annoying。
　　　〃You　should　have　given　it　up　like　me；　shouldn't　you？〃　said　Hermione　briskly；　buttering　herself　some　toast。　〃Then　you'd　be　doing　something　sensible　like　Arithmancy。〃
　　　〃You're　eating　again；　I　notice；〃　said　Ron；　watching　Hermione　adding　liberal　amounts　of　jam　to　her　toast　too。
　　　〃I've　decided　there　are　better　ways　of　making　a　stand　about　elf　rights；〃　said　Hermione　haughtily。
　　　〃Yeah。。。　and　you　were　hungry；〃　said　Ron；　grinning。
　　　There　was　a　sudden　rustling　noise　above　them；　and　a　hundred　owls　came　soaring　through　the　open　windows　carrying　the　morning　mail。　Instinctively；　Harry　looked　up；　but　there　was　no　sign　of　white　among　the　mass　of　brown　and　gray。　The　owls　circled　the　tables；　looking　for　the　people　to　whom　their　letters　and　packages　were　addressed。　A　large　tawny　owl　soared　down　to　Neville　Longbottom　and　deposited　a　parcel　into　his　lap…Neville　almost　always　forgot　to　pack　something。　On　the　other　side　of　the　Hall　Draco　Malfoy's　eagle　owl　had　landed　on　his　shoulder；　carrying　what　looked　like　his　usual　supply　of　sweets　and　cakes　from　home。　Trying　to　ignore　the　sinking　feeling　of　disappointment　in　his　stomach；　Harry　returned　to　his　porridge。　Was　it　possible　that　something　had　happened　to　Hedwig；　and　that　Sirius　hadn't　even　got　his　letter？
　　　His　preoccupation　lasted　all　the　way　across　the　sodden　vegetable　patch　until　they　arrived　in　greenhouse　three；　but　here　he　was　distracted　by　Professor　Sprout　showing　the　class　the　ugliest　plants　Harry　had　ever　seen。　Indeed；　they　looked　less　like　plants　than　thick；　black；　giant　slugs；　protruding　vertically　out　of　the　soil。　Each　was　squirming　slightly　and　had　a　number　of　large；　shiny　swellings　upon　it；　which　appeared　to　be　full　of　liquid。
　　　〃Bubotubers；〃　Professor　Sprout　told　them　briskly。　〃They　need　squeezing。　You　will　collect　the　pus…〃
　　　〃The　what？〃　said　Seamus　Finnigan；　sounding　revolted。
　　　〃Pus；　Finnigan；　pus；〃　said　Professor　Sprout；　〃and　it's　extremely　valuable；　so　don't　waste　it。　You　will　collect　the　pus；　I　say；　in　these　bottles。　Wear　your　dragon…hide　gloves；　it　can　do　funny　things　to　the　skin　when　undiluted；　bubotuber　pus。〃
　　　Squeezing　the　bubotubers　was　disgusting；　but　oddly　satisfying。　As　each　swelling　was　popped；　a　large　amount　of　thick　yellowish…green　liquid　burst　forth；　which　smelled　strongly　of　petrol。　They　caught　it　in　the　bottles　as　Professor　Sprout　had　indicated；　and　by　the　end　of　the　lesson　had　collected　several　pints。
　　　〃This'll　keep　Madam　Pomfrey　happy；〃　said　Professor　Sprout；　stoppering　the　last　bottle　with　a　cork。　〃An　excellent　remedy　for　the　more　stubborn　forms　of　acne；　bubotuber　pus。　Should　stop　students　resorting　to　desperate　measures　to　rid　themselves　of　pimples。〃
　　　〃Like　poor　Eloise　Midgen；〃　said　Hannah　Abbott；　a　Hufflepuff；　in　a　hushed　voice。　〃She　tried　to　curse　hers　off。〃
　　　〃Silly　girl；〃　said　Professor　Sprout；　shaking　her　head。　〃But　Madam　Pomfrey　fixed　her　nose　back　on　in　the　end。〃
　　　A　booming　bell　echoed　from　the　castle　across　the　wet　grounds；　signaling　the　end　of　the　lesson；　and　the　class　separated；　the　Hufflepuffs　climbing　the　stone　steps　for　Transfiguration；　and　the　Gryffindors　heading　in　the　other　direction；　down　the　sloping　lawn　toward　Hagrid's　small　wooden　cabin；　which　stood　on　the　edge　of　the　Forbidden　Forest。
　　　Hagrid　was　standing　outside　his　hut；　one　hand　on　the　collar　of　his　enormous　black　boarhound；　Fang。　There　were　several　open　wooden　crates　on　the　ground　at　his　feet；　and　Fang　was　whimpering　and　straining　at　his　collar；　apparently　keen　to　investigate