读原著《哈利波特与魔法石》- 第七章：分院帽（1）
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《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 2：01、02
CHAPTER SEVEN
THE SORTING HAT
第7章 分院帽
The door swung open at once. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green（祖母绿）robes stood there. She had a very stern face and Harry's first thought was that this was not someone to cross.
"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall（麦格教授）," said Hagrid.
"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."
She pulled the door wide. The entrance hall was so big you could have
fit the whole of the Dursleys' house in it. The stone walls were lit
with flaming torches（点火器） like the ones at Gringotts（古灵阁，妖精银行）, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble（大理石） staircase facing them led to the upper floors.
They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone （板石） floor. Harry could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right the rest of the school must already be here -- but Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering about nervously.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term
banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great
Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.
"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.
"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the
rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as
you can while you are waiting."
Her eyes lingered for a moment on Neville's cloak, which was fastened
under his left ear, and on Ron's smudged nose. Harry nervously tried to
flatten his hair.
"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall.
"Please wait quietly."
She left the chamber. Harry swallowed.
"How exactly do they sort us into houses?" he asked Ron.
"Some sort of test, I think. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking."
Harry's heart gave a horrible jolt. A test? In front of the whole school? But he didn't know any magic yet -- what on earth would he have to do? He hadn't expected something like this the moment they arrived.
He looked around anxiously and saw that everyone else looked terrified,
too. No one was talking much except Hermione Granger, who was whispering very fast about all the spells she'd learned and wondering which one
she'd need. Harry tried hard not to listen to her. He'd never been more
nervous, never, not even when he'd had to take a school report home to
the Dursleys saying that he'd somehow turned his teacher's wig blue. He
kept his eyes fixed on the door. Any second now, Professor McGonagall
would come back and lead him to his doom.
Then something happened that made him jump about a foot in the air --
several people behind him screamed.
"What the --?"
He gasped（喘气）. So did the people around him. About twenty ghosts had just streamed through the back wall. Pearly-white and slightly transparent,
they glided across the room talking to one another and hardly glancing
at the first years. They seemed to be arguing. What looked like a fat little monk（修道士） was saying: "Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him
a second chance --"
"My dear Friar（这里指上面的修道士）, haven't we given Peeves（捣蛋鬼） all the chances he deserves? He
gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost -- I say, what are you all doing here?"
A ghost wearing a ruff and tights had suddenly noticed the first years.
Nobody answered.
"New students!" said the Fat Friar, smiling around at them. "About to be
Sorted, I suppose?"
A few people nodded mutely.
"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff（赫奇帕奇学院 ）!" said the Friar. "My old house, you know."
"Move along now," said a sharp voice. "The Sorting Ceremony's about to
start."
Professor McGonagall had returned. One by one, the ghosts floated away
through the opposite wall.
"Now, form a line," Professor McGonagall told the first years, "and follow me."
Feeling oddly as though his legs had turned to lead, Harry got into line
behind a boy with sandy hair, with Ron behind him, and they walked out
of the chamber, back across the hall, and through a pair of double doors
into the Great Hall.
Harry had never even imagined such a strange and splendid place. It was
lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair
over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting.
These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the
top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting.
Professor McGonagall led the first years up here, so that they came to a
halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them.
The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns in the
flickering candlelight. Dotted here and there among the students, the
ghosts shone misty silver. Mainly to avoid all the staring eyes, Harry
looked upward and saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars. He
heard Hermione whisper, "Its bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read
about it in Hogwarts, A History."
It was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didn't simply open on to the heavens.
Harry quickly looked down again as Professor McGonagall silently placed
a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty. Aunt Petunia wouldn't have let it in the house.
Maybe they had to try and get a rabbit out of it, Harry thought wildly,
that seemed the sort of thing -- noticing that everyone in the hall was
now staring at the hat, he stared at it, too. For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth -- and the hat began to sing:
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffis are true And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It
bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.
"So we've just got to try on the hat!" Ron whispered to Harry. "I'll
kill Fred, he was going on about wrestling a troll."
Harry. smiled weakly. Yes, trying on the hat was a lot better than
having to do a spell, but he did wish they could have tried it on
without everyone watching. The hat seemed to be asking rather alot;
Harry didn't feel brave or quick-witted or any of it at the moment. If
only the hat had mentioned a house for people who felt a bit queasy（感到恶心的）,
that would have been the one for him.
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