听书打卡 | Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone - Chapter 2（1）
《哈利·波特与魔法石》（英国版《Harry Potter and the Philosopher"s Stone》，美国版《Harry Potter and the Sorcerer"s Stone》），是英国女作家J.K.罗琳创作的长篇小说，《哈利·波特》系列小说的第一部。
该书讲述了自幼父母双亡的孤儿哈利·波特收到魔法学校霍格沃茨的邀请，前去学习魔法，之后遭遇的一系列历险。
该小说情节跌宕起伏，语言风趣幽默，主题反映了现实和人性，发人深省。
在《哈利·波特与魔法石》中，一岁的哈利·波特失去了父母后，便来到了姨妈家，过着极其痛苦的日子。一直到十一岁生日那天，哈利一生的命运才发生了变化，他收到了一封神秘的信，被邀请去一个童话般的地方一一霍格沃茨魔法学校。哈利发现这里到处充满着魔力，他既找到了朋友，又学会了魔法和骑着飞天扫帚打魁地奇，还得到了一件隐形衣，他在这里生活得很愉快。但一块魔法石出现了，它将关系到世界的现在和未来。哈利在好朋友罗恩和赫敏的帮助下，突破了重重困难，保护了魔法石，终于拯救了世界。
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer"s Stone
（ 哈利·波特与魔法石 ）
Chapter 1 The Boy Who Lived
Chapter 2 The Vanishing Glass
Chapter 3 The Letters from No One
Chapter 4 The Keeper of the Keys
Chapter 5 Diagon Alley
Chapter 6 The Journey from Platform Nine and Three-Quarters
Chapter 7 The Sorting Hat
Chapter 8 The Potions Master
Chapter 9 The Midnight Dual
Chapter 10 Halloween
Chapter 11 Quidditch
Chapter 12 The Mirror of Erised
Chapter 13 Nicolas Flamel
Chapter 14 Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback
Chapter 15 The Forbidden Fores
Chapter 16 Through the Trapdoor
Chapter 17 The Man with Two Face
往期回顾
CHAPTER TWO THE VANISHING GLASS
第2章 悄悄消失的玻璃
Nearly ten years had passed since the Dursleys had woken up to find their nephew on the front step, but Privet Drive had hardly changed at all. The sun rose on the same tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number four on the Dursleys' front door; it crept into their living room, which was almost exactly the same as it had been on the night when Mr. Dursley had seen that fateful news report about the owls. Only the photographs on the mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed.
Ten years ago, there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball wearing different-colored bonnets -- but Dudley Dursley was no longer a baby, and now the photographs showed a large blond boy riding his first bicycle, on a carousel (旋转木马) at the fair, playing a computer game with his father, being hugged and kissed by his mother.
The room held no sign at all that another boy lived in the house, too. Yet Harry Potter was still there, asleep at the moment, but not for long. His Aunt Petunia was awake and it was her shrill（尖叫声） voice that made the first noise of the day.
"Up! Get up! Now!"
Harry woke with a start. His aunt rapped（敲打） on the door again.
"Up!" she screeched. Harry heard her walking toward the kitchen and then the sound of the frying pan being put on the stove（火炉）. He rolled onto his back and tried to remember the dream he had been having. It had been a good one. There had been a flying motorcycle in it. He had a funny feeling he'd had the same dream before.
His aunt was back outside the door.
"Are you up yet?" she demanded.
"Nearly," said Harry.
"Well, get a move on, I want you to look after the bacon. And don't you dare let it burn, I want everything perfect on Duddy's birthday." Harry groaned（抱怨）.
"What did you say?" his aunt snapped（厉声说） through the door.
"Nothing, nothing..."
Dudley's birthday -- how could he have forgotten? Harry got slowly out of bed and started looking for socks. He found a pair under his bed and, after pulling a spider off one of them, put them on. Harry was used to spiders, because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and that was where he slept.
When he was dressed he went down the hall into the kitchen. The table was almost hidden beneath all Dudley's birthday presents. It looked as though Dudley had gotten the new computer he wanted, not to mention the second television and the racing bike. Exactly why Dudley wanted a racing bike was a mystery to Harry, as Dudley was very fat and hated exercise -- unless of course it involved punching somebody. Dudley's favorite punching bag was Harry, but he couldn't often catch him. Harry didn't look it, but he was very fast. Perhaps it had something to do with living in a dark cupboard, but Harry had always been small and skinny for his age. He looked even smaller and skinnier than he really was because all he had to wear were old clothes of Dudley's, and Dudley was about four times bigger than he was. Harry had a thin face, knobbly knees, black hair, and bright green eyes. He wore round glasses held together with a lot of Scotch tape because of all the times Dudley had punched him on the nose. The only thing Harry liked about his own appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead that was shaped like a bolt of lightning. He had had it as long as he could remember, and the first question he could ever remember asking his Aunt Petunia was how he had gotten it.
"In the car crash when your parents died," she had said. "And don't ask
questions." Don't ask questions -- that was the first rule for a quiet life with the
Dursleys.
Uncle Vernon entered the kitchen as Harry was turning over the bacon.
"Comb your hair!" he barked, by way of a morning greeting.
About once a week, Uncle Vernon looked over the top of his newspaper and shouted that Harry needed a haircut. Harry must have had more haircuts than the rest of the boys in his class put together, but it made no difference, his hair simply grew that way --all over the place.
Harry was frying eggs by the time Dudley arrived in the kitchen with his mother. Dudley looked a lot like Uncle Vernon. He had a large pink face, not much neck, small, watery blue eyes, and thick blond hair that lay smoothly on his thick, fat head. Aunt Petunia often said that Dudley looked like a baby angel -- Harry often said that Dudley looked like a pig in a wig（假发）.
Harry put the plates of egg and bacon on the table, which was difficult as there wasn't much room. Dudley, meanwhile, was counting his presents.
His face fell.
"Thirty-six," he said, looking up at his mother and father. "That's two less than last year."
"Darling, you haven't counted Auntie Marge's present, see, it's here under this big one from Mommy and Daddy."
"All right, thirty-seven then," said Dudley, going red in the face.
Harry, who could see a huge Dudley tantrum（发脾气） coming on, began wolfing downhis bacon as fast as possible in case Dudley turned the table over.
Aunt Petunia obviously scented danger, too, because she said quickly, "And we'll buy you another two presents while we're out today. How's that, popkin? Two more presents. Is that all right''
Dudley thought for a moment. It looked like hard work. Finally he said
slowly, "So I'll have thirty ... thirty..."
"Thirty-nine, sweetums," said Aunt Petunia.
"Oh." Dudley sat down heavily and grabbed the nearest parcel. "All right
then."
Uncle Vernon chuckled (咯咯地笑). "Little tyke wants his money's worth, just like his father. 'Atta boy, Dudley!" He ruffled（弄乱） Dudley's hair.
At that moment the telephone rang and Aunt Petunia went to answer it while Harry and Uncle Vernon watched Dudley unwrap the racing bike, a video camera, a remote control airplane, sixteen new computer games, and a VCR. He was ripping the paper off a gold wristwatch when Aunt Petunia came back from the telephone looking both angry and worried.
"Bad news, Vernon," she said. "Mrs. Figg's broken her leg. She can't take him." She jerked（急拉；抽搐） her head in Harry's direction.
Dudley's mouth fell open in horror, but Harry's heart gave a leap. Every year on Dudley's birthday, his parents took him and a friend out for the day, to adventure parks, hamburger restaurants, or the movies. Every year, Harry was left behind with Mrs. Figg, a mad old lady who lived two streets away. Harry hated it there. The whole house smelled of cabbage and Mrs. Figg made him look at photographs of all the cats she'd ever owned.
"Now what?" said Aunt Petunia, looking furiously at Harry as though he'd planned this. Harry knew he ought to feel sorry that Mrs. Figg had broken her leg, but it wasn't easy when he reminded himself it would be a whole year before he had to look at Tibbles, Snowy, Mr. Paws, and Tufty again.
"We could phone Marge," Uncle Vernon suggested.
"Don't be silly, Vernon, she hates the boy."
The Dursleys often spoke about Harry like this, as though he wasn't there -- or rather, as though he was something very nasty that couldn't understand them, like a slug（鼻涕虫）.
"What about what's-her-name, your friend -- Yvonne?"
"On vacation in Majorca," snapped Aunt Petunia.
"You could just leave me here," Harry put in hopefully (he'd be able to watch what he wanted on television for a change and maybe even have a go on Dudley's computer) .
Aunt Petunia looked as though she'd just swallowed a lemon.
"And come back and find the house in ruins?" she snarled （咆哮）。
"I won't blow up（爆发） the house," said Harry, but they weren't listening.
"I suppose we could take him to the zoo," said Aunt Petunia slowly, "...
and leave him in the car...."
"That car's new, he's not sitting in it alone...."
Dudley began to cry loudly. In fact, he wasn't really crying -- it had been years since he'd really cried -- but he knew that if he screwed up his face and wailed, his mother would give him anything he wanted.
"Dinky Duddydums（心肝宝贝）, don't cry, Mummy won't let him spoil（破坏；糟蹋） your special day!" she cried, flinging her arms around him.
"I... don't... want... him... t-t-to come!" Dudley yelled between huge, pretend sobs（抽泣）. "He always sp- spoils everything!" He shot Harry a nasty grin（露齿而笑） through the gap（间隙） in his mother's arms.
Just then, the doorbell rang -- "Oh, good Lord, they're here!" said Aunt Petunia frantically（狂暴的） -- and a moment later, Dudley's best friend, Piers Polkiss, walked in with his mother. Piers was a scrawny（骨瘦如柴的） boy with a face like a rat. He was usually the one who held people's arms behind their backs while Dudley hit them. Dudley stopped pretending to cry at once.
Half an hour later, Harry, who couldn't believe his luck, was sitting in the back of the Dursleys' car with Piers and Dudley, on the way to the zoo for the first time in his life. His aunt and uncle hadn't been able to think of anything else to do with him, but before they'd left, Uncle Vernon had taken Harry aside.
"I'm warning you," he had said, putting his large purple face right up close to Harry's, "I'm warning you now, boy -- any funny business, anything at all -- and you'll be in that cupboard from now until Christmas."
"I'm not going to do anything," said Harry, "honestly..
But Uncle Vernon didn't believe him. No one ever did. The problem was, strange things often happened around Harry and it was just no good telling the Dursleys he didn't make them happen.
Once, Aunt Petunia, tired of Harry coming back from the barbers looking
as though he hadn't been at all, had taken a pair of kitchen scissors and cut his hair so short he was almost bald except for his bangs, which she left "to hide that horrible scar." Dudley had laughed himself silly at Harry, who spent a sleepless night imagining school the next day, where he was already laughed at for his baggy clothes and taped glasses. Next morning, however, he had gotten up to find his hair exactly as it had been before Aunt Petunia had sheared it off He had been given a week in his cupboard for this, even though he had tried to explain that he couldn't explain how it had grown back so quickly. Another time, Aunt Petunia had been trying to force him into a revolting old sweater of Dudley's (brown with orange puff balls) -- The harder she tried to pull it over his head, the smaller it seemed to become, until finally it might have fitted a hand puppet, but certainly wouldn't fit Harry. Aunt Petunia had decided it must have shrunk in the wash and, to his great relief, Harry wasn't punished.
On the other hand, he'd gotten into terrible trouble for being found on the roof of the school kitchens. Dudley's gang had been chasing him as usual when, as much to Harry's surprise as anyone else's, there he was sitting on the chimney. The Dursleys had received a very angry letter from Harry's headmistress（女校长） telling them Harry had been climbing school buildings. But all he'd tried to do (as he shouted at Uncle Vernon through the locked door of his cupboard) was jump behind the big trash cans outside the kitchen doors. Harry supposed that the wind must have caught him in mid- jump.
But today, nothing was going to go wrong. It was even worth being with
Dudley and Piers to be spending the day somewhere that wasn't school,
his cupboard, or Mrs. Figg's cabbage-smelling living room.
While he drove, Uncle Vernon complained to Aunt Petunia. He liked to
complain about things: people at work, Harry, the council, Harry, the
bank, and Harry were just a few of his favorite subjects. This morning,
it was motorcycles.
"... roaring along like maniacs, the young hoodlums," he said, as a
motorcycle overtook them.
I had a dream about a motorcycle," said Harry, remembering suddenly. "It
was flying."
Uncle Vernon nearly crashed into the car in front. He turned right around in his seat and yelled at Harry, his face like a gigantic beet with a mustache: "MOTORCYCLES DON'T FLY!"
Dudley and Piers sniggered（窃笑）.
I know they don't," said Harry. "It was only a dream."
But he wished he hadn't said anything. If there was one thing the Dursleys hated even more than his asking questions, it was his talking about anything acting in a way it shouldn't, no matter if it was in a dream or even a cartoon -- they seemed to think he might get dangerous ideas.
自从德思礼夫妇一觉醒来在大门口台阶上发现他们的外甥以来，快十年过去了，女贞路却几乎没有变化。太阳依旧升到屋前整洁的花园上空，照亮德思礼家大门上的四号铜牌；阳光悄悄爬进他们的起居室，这里和德思礼先生当年收看关于猫头鹰的重大新闻的那个晚上一模一样。只有壁炉台上的照片显示出流逝了多少时光。十年前，这里摆放着许多照片，看上去像戴着五颜六色婴儿帽的一只粉红色的大海滩气球——只是达力已不再是婴儿了，照片上是一个大头男孩骑着他的第一辆自行车，在博览会上乘坐旋转木马，跟父亲玩电脑游戏，被母亲拥着亲吻。这个房间里没有任何迹象表明这栋房子里还住着另一个男孩。
哈利·波特还住在这里，此刻他正在睡觉，但不会太久。他的佩妮姨妈已经醒了，每天这里发出的第一声噪音就是她的尖叫声。
“起来!起床了!赶快!”
哈利被惊醒了。他的姨妈又在拍打他的房门。
“起来!”她尖叫道。哈利听见她朝厨房走去，接着就是煎锅放到炉子上的声音。他翻身背对着门，尽力回忆刚才做过的梦。那是一个好梦。梦里有一辆会飞的摩托车。他感到很有趣，似乎以前也做过同样的梦。
姨妈又来到门外。
“你起来了吗?”她追问。
“快了。”哈利说。
“快了，那就赶紧，我要你看着熏咸肉。你敢把它煎糊了试试。我要达力生日这一天一切都顺顺当当。”
哈利咕哝了一声。
“你说什么?”姨妈又在厉声问。
“没什么，没什么⋯⋯”达力的生日——他怎么会忘记呢?哈利慢慢吞吞地从床上爬起来，开始找袜子。他从床底下找到一双袜子，从其中一只袜子上抓下一只蜘蛛，然后把袜子穿上。哈利对蜘蛛早就习惯了，因为楼梯下边的碗柜里到处是蜘蛛，而他就睡在那里。
他穿好衣服，顺着走廊来到厨房。餐桌几乎被达力的生日礼物堆得满满的。看来达力收到了他想要的新电脑，至于第二台电视机，还有跑车就更不在话下了。达力为什么想要一辆赛车，这对哈利来说，是一个谜，因为达力胖乎乎的，而且讨厌锻炼——当然，除非这种锻炼包括拳脚相加。他最喜欢的拳击吊球就是哈利，可他并不是经常能抓住他。哈利看起来很单薄，但他动作机敏。
也许和哈利长年住在黑洞洞的碗柜里有些关系，他显得比他的同龄人瘦小。他看上去甚至比他实际的身材还要瘦小，因为他只能穿达力的旧衣服，而达力要比他高大三四倍。哈利有一张消瘦的面孔、膝盖骨突出的膝盖、乌黑的头发和一对翠绿的眼睛。他戴着一副用许多透明胶带粘在一起的圆框眼镜，因为达力总用拳头揍他的鼻子。哈利对自己的外表最喜欢的就是额头上那道像闪电似的淡淡的疤痕。这道疤痕从他记事起就有了，他记得他问佩妮姨妈的第一个问题就是这道伤疤是怎么落下的。
“是在你父母被撞死的那场车祸中落下的。”她这么说，“不许问问题。”不许问问题——要与德思礼一家相安无事，这是规章的第一条。
弗农姨父来到厨房时，哈利正在翻熏咸肉。
“把你的头发梳一梳!”他咆哮着，这是他早晨见面打招呼的方式。
几乎每周一次，弗农姨父从他的报纸上方看看哈利，对哈利大喊大叫说他该去理发了。哈利理发的次数要比他班上所有的同学理发次数的总和还要多，可一点也不起作用，他的头发照旧疯长。
哈利正在煎蛋的时候，达力和他母亲一起来到厨房。达力更像弗农姨父：一张粉红色的银盆大脸，脖子很短，一对水汪汪的蓝眼睛，浓密的金发平整地贴在他那厚实的胖乎乎的脑袋上。佩妮姨妈常说达力长得像小天使——可哈利却说他像一头戴假发的猪。
哈利把一盘盘煎蛋和熏成肉放到餐桌上，这可不容易，因为桌上已经没有多余的地方了。这时达力正在清点他的礼品。他的脸沉了下来。“三十六，”他抬头看着父母亲说，“比去年少两件。”
“亲爱的，你还没算上玛姬姑妈送给你的礼物呢。你看，在你妈妈爸爸送给你的大包下边呢。”
“好吧，那就三十七件。”达力说，他的脸涨得通红。哈利看得出达力就要大发雷霆了，于是趁达力还没有把餐桌掀翻，连忙狼吞虎咽，把他的一份熏咸肉一扫而光。
佩妮姨妈显然也嗅出了危险的信号，连忙说：“今天我们上街的时候，再给你买两件礼物。怎么样，宝贝?再买两件礼物，这样好了吧?”达力想了一会儿，这似乎是一件很难的工作。最后他总算慢慢吞吞地说：“那我就有三十⋯⋯三十⋯⋯”“三十九件，我的心肝宝贝。”佩妮姨妈说。“哦，”达力重重地坐下来，抓起离他最近的一只礼包，“那好吧。”弗农姨父咯咯地笑了。“这个小机灵鬼是在算他的进账呢，这一点跟他老爸一模一样。有你的，好小子，达力!”他揉了揉达力的头发。
这时电话铃响了，佩妮姨妈跑去接电话。哈利和弗农姨父看着达力拆包，一辆赛车、一台摄像机、一架遥控飞机、十六盘新出的电脑游戏光盘和一台磁带录像机。他正在撕开一块金表的包装纸时，佩妮姨妈接完电话回来了，显得又生气，又着急。
“坏消息，弗农，”她说，“费格太太把腿摔断了，不能来接他了。”她朝哈利那边点了一下头。
达力吓得张口结舌，哈利却高兴得心里怦怦直跳。每年达力生日那一天，他的父母总带着他和另一位朋友出去玩一天，上游乐园，吃汉堡包或是看电影。把哈利留给费格太太，一个住在离这里有两条街的疯老婆子。哈利讨厌费格太太住的地方，满屋子都是卷心菜味；费格太太还非要他看她过去养过的几只猫咪的照片。
“现在怎么办?”佩妮姨妈气急败坏地看着哈利，仿佛这一切都是哈利一手策划的。哈利知道他应当为费格太太摔断腿感到难过，但是当他想到要整整一年之后他才会再见到踢踢、雪儿、爪子先生和毛毛(都是猫的名字)，他又觉得难过不起来了。
“咱们给玛姬挂个电话吧。”弗农姨父建议说。
“别犯傻了，弗农，她讨厌这孩子。”
德思礼夫妇经常这样当面谈论哈利，仿佛哈利根本不在场，甚至认为他是一个非常讨厌的听不懂他们讲话的东西，比如像一条鼻涕虫。
“她叫什么来着，你的那位朋友——伊芬，怎么样?”
“上马约卡岛【在西地中海，属西班牙】度假去了。”她厉声说。
“你们可以把我留在家里。”哈利满怀希望地插嘴说。(这样他就可以看他想看的电视节目，改变一下口味，说不定还能试着玩一把达力的电脑。)佩妮姨妈看起来像刚刚吞下了一只柠檬。
“好让我们回来看到整个房子都给毁了?”她大吼道。
“我不会把房子炸掉的。”哈利说。可他们根本不听。
“我想我们可以带他到动物园去，”佩妮姨妈慢吞吞地说，“⋯⋯然后把他留在车上⋯⋯”
“那是辆新车，不能让他一个人待在车上⋯⋯”
达力大哭起来。其实，他并没有真哭，他已经有好多年没有真的哭过了。他知道，只要他一哭丧着脸，嗷嗷地号叫，母亲就会满足他的任何要求。
“我的好心肝宝贝，别哭，妈妈不会让他搅乱你的好日子的!”她喊着，一下子把他搂到怀里。
“我⋯⋯不⋯⋯想让⋯⋯他⋯⋯去⋯⋯去!”达力一边抽抽搭搭地假哭．一边断断续续地大喊大叫。“他总是把什么都弄坏了!”他躲在母亲臂弯里不怀好意地朝哈利撇嘴一笑。
正在这时，门铃响了——“哎呀，天哪，他们来了!”佩妮姨妈慌慌张张地说。过了一会儿，达力最要好的朋友皮尔·波奇斯和他的母亲一起进来了。皮尔瘦骨嶙峋，脸像老鼠脸。像他这种人总是在达力打人的时候，把挨打人的双手反剪在背后，牢牢抓住。达力立刻不装哭了。
哈利简直不敢相信自己这么走运。半小时后，他和皮尔、达力坐在德思礼的私家车后座，生平第一次向通往动物园的路上驶去了。他姨父姨妈想不出任何别的办法安置他，不过在动身前，弗农姨父把哈利叫到一旁。
“我警告你，”他把红得发紫的大脸凑到哈利跟前说，“我现在警告你，小子，只要你干出一点点蠢事——干出任何事——那你就在你的碗柜里待着，等圣诞节再出来吧。”
“我什么事也不会做的，”哈利说，“真的⋯⋯”但弗农姨父不相信他。从来没有人相信他的话。问题是哈利周围常常会发生一些怪事，即使你磨破嘴皮对德思礼夫妇说那些事与哈利无关，也是白费唇舌。
每次哈利理发回来总像根本没有理过一样，有一次佩妮姨妈实在按捺不住，就从厨房里拿出一把剪刀几乎把他的头发剪光了，只留下前面一绺头发“盖住他那道可怕的伤疤”。这把达力笑得前仰后合，可哈利却整夜睡不着，思前想后，不知明天该怎么去上学，同学们本来就拿他那身松松垮垮的衣服和用胶带粘牢的眼镜当笑话。可到了第二天一早他起床的时候，竟发现自己的头发又恢复到了佩妮姨妈剪它以前的样子。尽管他拼命辩白，自己也弄不清头发为什么这么快就长出来了，可是为这件事他还是被他们在碗柜里关了一个星期。
还有一次，佩妮姨妈硬要哈利穿一件旧的套头毛衣(这件毛衣很难看，是棕色的，缀有橙色的小毛球)。她越是往哈利头上套，毛衣就缩得越小，最后缩得只能给掌上木偶穿，哈利穿当然是不合适了。佩妮姨妈断定是洗的时候缩水了，也就没有处罚哈利，使他大大松了一口气。
另一次，哈利在学校伙房的屋顶上被发现了，这可给他惹出了很大的麻烦。达力和他的一伙跟往常一样追着哈利跑，结果哈利竟坐到了伙房的烟囱上，这使他受到的惊吓并不比别人小。德思礼夫妇收到女校长的一封信，女校长很生气，告诉他们哈利爬到学校楼顶上去了。但他当时只是(正如他在上了锁的碗柜里朝他姨父大喊大叫时所说的)在向伙房外边的大垃圾箱后面跳。哈利猜想大概是风半路上把他托上去了。
今天不会出什么差错了。他觉得只要不待在学校、不待在他的碗柜里或费格太太满屋卷心菜味的起居室里，即使跟达力或皮尔一起在什么地方消磨一天也是值得的。
弗农姨父一边开车，一边对佩妮姨妈抱怨。他总喜欢怨天尤人，工作中遇到的人、哈利，开会、哈利，银行、哈利，这是他喜欢抱怨的少数几个话题。今天早上他抱怨的是摩托车。
“⋯⋯疯子一样，一路吼个没完，这些小兔崽子。”当一辆摩托车超车时，他说。
“我梦见过一辆摩托车，”哈利突然想起自己的梦，说，“那车还飞呢。”
弗农姨父差点撞到前面的车上。他从座位上转过身来，他的脸活像一个留着大胡子的大甜菜头。他朝哈利大喊大叫，说：“摩托车不会飞!”
达力和皮尔吃吃地笑起来。
“我知道摩托车不会飞，”哈利说，“那只是一个梦。”
他想，要是什么也没有说就好了。比问问题更让德思礼夫妇恼火的就是他总说些违反常规的事情，不管是做梦梦到的，还是从动画片里看来的——他们认为他总有可能产生危险的想法。
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