读英文原著《哈利波特与魔法石》- 第九章：午夜决斗（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 NINE (1)
THE MIDNIGHT DUEL
第9章 午夜决斗（1）
Harry had never believed he would meet a boy he hated more than Dudley, but that was before he met Draco Malfoy. Still, first-year Gryffindors only had Potions with the Slytherins, so they didn't have to put up with Malfoy much. Or at least, they didn't until they spotted a notice pinned up in the Gryffindor common room that made them all groan.
Flying lessons would be starting on Thursday -- and Gryffindor and
Slytherin would be learning together.
"Typical," said Harry darkly. "Just what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy."
He had been looking forward to learning to fly more than anything else.
"You don't know that you'll make a fool of yourself," said Ron
reasonably. "Anyway, I know Malfoy's always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet that's all talk."
Malfay certainly did talk about flying a lot. He complained loudly about first years never getting on the house Quidditch teams and told long, boastful stories that always seemed to end with him narrowly escaping Muggles in helicopters. He wasn't the only one, though: the way Seamus Finnigan told it, he'd spent most of his childhood zooming around the countryside on his broomstick. Even Ron would tell anyone who'd listen about the time he'd almost hit a hang glider on Charlie's old broom.
Everyone from wizarding families talked about Quidditch constantly. Ron had already had a big argument with Dean Thomas, who shared their dormitory, about soccer. Ron couldn't see what was exciting about a game with only one ball where no one was allowed to fly. Harry had caught Ron prodding Dean's poster of West Ham soccer team, trying to make the players move.
Neville had never been on a broomstick in his life, because his
grandmother had never let him near one. Privately, Harry felt she'd had good reason, because Neville managed to have an extraordinary number of accidents even with both feet on the ground.
Hermione Granger was almost as nervous about flying as Neville was. This was something you couldn't learn by heart out of a book -- not that she hadn't tried. At breakfast on Thursday she bored them all stupid with flying tips she'd gotten out of a library book called Quidditch Through the Ages. Neville was hanging on to her every word, desperate for anything that might help him hang on to his broomstick later, but everybody else was very pleased when Hermione's lecture was interrupted by the arrival of the mail.
Harry hadn't had a single letter since Hagrid's note, something that
Malfoy had been quick to notice, of course. Malfoy's eagle owl was
always bringing him packages of sweets from home, which he opened gloatingly at the Slytherin table.
A barn owl brought Neville a small package from his grandmother. He
opened it excitedly and showed them a glass ball the size of a large
marble, which seemed to be full of white smoke.
"It's a Remembrall!" he explained. "Gran knows I forget things -- this
tells you if there's something you've forgotten to do. Look, you hold it
tight like this and if it turns red -- oh..." His face fell, because the
Remembrall had suddenly glowed scarlet,
"You've forgotten something..."
Neville was trying to remember what he'd forgotten when Draco Malfoy, who was passing the Gryffindor table, snatched the Remembrall out of his hand.
Harry and Ron jumped to their feet. They were half hoping for a reason to fight Malfay, but Professor McGonagall, who could spot trouble quicker than any teacher in the school, was there in a flash.
"What's going on?"
"Malfoy's got my Remembrall, Professor."
Scowling, Malfoy quickly dropped the Remembrall back on the table.
"Just looking," he said, and he sloped away with Crabbe and Goyle behind him.
At three-thirty that afternoon, Harry, Ron, and the other Gryffindors
hurried down the front steps onto the grounds for their first flying
lesson. It was a clear, breezy day, and the grass rippled under their
feet as they marched down the sloping lawns toward a smooth, flat lawn on the opposite side of the grounds to the forbidden forest, whose trees were swaying darkly in the distance.
The Slytherins were already there, and so were twenty broomsticks lying in neat lines on the ground. Harry had heard Fred and George Weasley complain about the school brooms, saying that some of them started to vibrate if you flew too high, or always flew slightly to the left.
Their teacher, Madam Hooch, arrived. She had short, gray hair, and
yellow eyes like a hawk.
"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a
broomstick. Come on, hurry up."
Harry glanced down at his broom. It was old and some of the twigs stuck out at odd angles.
"Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch at the front, "and say 'Up!"'
"UPF everyone shouted.
Harry's broom jumped into his hand at once, but it was one of the few that did. Hermione Granger's had simply rolled over on the ground, andNeville's hadn't moved at all. Perhaps brooms, like horses, could tell when you were afraid, thought Harry; there was a quaver in Neville's voice that said only too clearly that he wanted to keep his feet on the ground.
Madam Hooch then showed them how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end, and walked up and down the rows correcting their grips.
Harry and Ron were delighted when she told Malfoy he'd been doing it wrong for years.
"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle -- three
-- two --"
But Neville, nervous and jumpy and frightened of being left on the
ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips.
"Come back, boy!" she shouted, but Neville was rising straight up like a cork shot out of a bottle -- twelve feet -- twenty feet. Harry saw his scared white face look down at the ground falling away, saw him gasp, slip sideways off the broom and --
WHAM -- a thud and a nasty crack and Neville lay facedown on the grass in a heap. His broomstick was still rising higher and higher, and
started to drift lazily toward the forbidden forest and out of sight.
Madam Hooch was bending over Neville, her face as white as his.
"Broken wrist," Harry heard her mutter. "Come on, boy -- it's all right,
up you get."
She turned to the rest of the class.
"None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You
leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch.' Come on, dear."
Neville, his face tear-streaked, clutching his wrist, hobbled off with
Madam Hooch, who had her arm around him.
No sooner were they out of earshot than Malfoy burst into laughter.
"Did you see his face, the great lump?"
The other Slytherins joined in.
"Shut up, Malfoy," snapped Parvati Patil.
"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?" said Pansy Parkinson, a hard-faced Slytherin girl. "Never thought you'd like fat little crybabies,
Parvati."
"Look!" said Malfoy, darting forward and snatching something out of the grass. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him."
The Remembrall glittered in the sun as he held it up.
"Give that here, Malfoy," said Harry quietly. Everyone stopped talking
to watch.
Malfoy smiled nastily.
"I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find -- how about --
up a tree?"
"Give it here!" Harry yelled, but Malfoy had leapt onto his broomstick
and taken off. He hadn't been lying, he could fly well. Hovering level
with the topmost branches of an oak he called, "Come and get it,
Potter!"
Harry grabbed his broom.
"No!" shouted Hermione Granger. "Madam Hooch told us not to move --
you'll get us all into trouble."
Harry ignored her. Blood was pounding in his ears. He mounted the broom
and kicked hard against the ground and up, up he soared; air rushed
through his hair, and his robes whipped out behind him -and in a rush of fierce joy he realized he'd found something he could do without being taught -- this was easy, this was wonderful. He pulled his broomstick up a little to take it even higher, and heard screams and gasps of girls back on the ground and an admiring whoop from Ron.
He turned his broomstick sharply to face Malfoy in midair. Malfoy looked stunned.
"Give it here," Harry called, "or I'll knock you off that broom!" "Oh,
yeah?" said Malfoy, trying to sneer, but looking worried.
Harry knew, somehow, what to do. He leaned forward and grasped the broom tightly in both hands, and it shot toward Malfay like a javelin. Malfoy just got out of the way in time; Harry made a sharp about-face and held the broom steady. A few people below were clapping.
"No Crabbe and Goyle up here to save your neck, Malfoy," Harry called.
The same thought seemed to have struck Malfoy.
"Catch it if you can, then!" he shouted, and he threw the glass ball
high into the air and streaked back toward the ground.
Harry saw, as though in slow motion, the ball rise up in the air and
then start to fall. He leaned forward and pointed his broom handle down -- next second he was gathering speed in a steep dive, racing the ball -- wind whistled in his ears, mingled with the screams of people watching -- he stretched out his hand -- a foot from the ground he caught it, just in time to pull his broom straight, and he toppled gently onto the grass with the Remembrall clutched safely in his fist.
"HARRY POTTER!"
His heart sank faster than he'd just dived. Professor McGonagall was
running toward them. He got to his feet, trembling.
"Never -- in all my time at Hogwarts --"
Professor McGonagall was almost speechless with shock, and her glasses
flashed furiously, "-- how dare you -- might have broken your neck --"
"It wasn't his fault, Professor --"
"Be quiet, Miss Patil
"But Malfoy --"
"That's enough, Mr. Weasley. Potter, follow me, now."
Harry caught sight of Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle's triumphant faces as he
left, walking numbly in Professor McGonagall's wake as she strode toward
the castle. He was going to be expelled, he just knew it. He wanted to say something to defend himself, but there seemed to be something wrong with his voice. Professor McGonagall was sweeping along without even looking at him; he had to jog to keep up. Now he'd done it. He hadn't even lasted two weeks. He'd be packing his bags in ten minutes. What would the Dursleys say when he turned up on the doorstep?
Up the front steps, up the marble staircase inside, and still Professor
McGonagall didn't say a word to him. She wrenched open doors and marched along corridors with Harry trotting miserably behind her. Maybe she was taking him to Dumbledore. He thought of Hagrid, expelled but allowed to stay on as gamekeeper. Perhaps he could be Hagrid's assistant. His stomach twisted as he imagined it, watching Ron and the others becoming wizards, while he stumped around the grounds carrying Hagrid's bag.
哈利以前一直不相信，他竟然会认识一个男孩，他恨这家伙比恨达力还厉害，他是在遇到德拉科·马尔福之后才相信这一点的。不过，一年级的格兰芬多学生只有药剂课是和斯莱特林的学生一起上的，所以他们要忍受马尔福还不算困难。至少起初是这样的。后来有一天，他们发现格兰芬多的公共休息室里贴出了一张启事，看了之后全都唉声叹气。星期四就要开始上飞行课了——格兰芬多的学生要和斯莱特林的学生一起上课。
“真倒霉，”哈利沮丧地说，“果然不出我的所料。骑着一把飞天扫帚在马尔福面前出洋相。”
他一直在盼望学习飞行，这愿望比什么都强烈。
“你是不是会出洋相还不一定呢。”罗恩理智地说，“我知道马尔福总是吹嘘，说他玩魁地奇玩得特棒，但我敢打赌他只是在说大话。”
马尔福整天大谈特谈飞行。他大声抱怨说一年级新生没有资格参加学院魁地奇球队，他还讲了许多冗长的、自吹自擂的故事，最后总是以他惊险地躲过一架麻瓜的直升飞机为结束。不过，说这种大话的并不止他一个：听西莫·斐尼甘的口气，似乎他童年时代的大部分时间都是骑着飞天扫帚在旷野里飞来飞去。就连罗恩，只要有人愿意听，也会说起他有一次骑着查理的破扫帚，差点儿撞上了一架悬挂式滑翔机。每个来自巫师家庭的人都喋喋不休地谈论着魁地奇。罗恩为了一场足球，已经与同宿舍的迪安·托马斯大吵了一架。罗恩不明白，全场只有一只球，而且谁也不许飞，这种比赛有什么令人激动的。哈利无意中看见罗恩用手在迪安那张西哈姆足球队的海报上捅来捅去，想让队员们都动起来。
纳威这辈子还没有骑过飞天扫帚呢，因为他奶奶从来不让他接近飞天扫帚。哈利私下里觉得他奶奶是很有道理的，纳威即使两只脚都老老实实地踩在地面上，还总能制造层出不穷的事故呢。
对于飞行，赫敏·格兰杰差不多和纳威一样紧张。这种本领你是不可能从书上看到并用心记住的——她不是没有试过。星期四早晨吃早饭的时候，她不停地对他们念叨她从一本名叫《魁地奇溯源》的图书馆藏书中看来的一些飞行指导，把他们烦得够呛。纳威则全神贯注地听着她说的每一个字，眼巴巴地希望听到一有用的知识，待会儿可以帮助他牢牢地坐在飞天扫帚上。不过，当邮差到来打断了赫敏的演讲时，其他人还是感到非常高兴的。
自从上次海格的那封短信之后，哈利一直没有收到过信，不用说，这一点马尔福快就注意到了。马尔福的猫头鹰倒是经常给他从家里捎来大包小包的糖果，他总是在斯莱特林的饭桌旁得意洋洋地把它们拆开。
一只猫头鹰从纳威的奶奶那里给他带来了一个小包裹。纳威激动地打开，拿给大家看一个大弹子那么大的玻璃球，里面仿佛充满了白色的烟雾。
“这是记忆球!”他解释说，“奶奶知道我总是没记性——它会告诉你是不是有什么事情你忘记做了。瞧，你把它紧紧握住，像这样，如果它变红了——哦⋯⋯”他顿时拉长了脸，因为记忆球突然红得发亮，“⋯⋯你就是忘记什么事情⋯⋯”
纳威拼命回忆他忘记了什么，就在这时，德拉科·马尔福经过格兰芬多院的饭桌，猛地将记忆球从他手里夺了过去。
哈利和罗恩一跃而起。出于某种原因，他们多少有些希望跟马尔福干上一架。可是，麦格教授总能比别的老师更敏锐地察觉到出了乱子，她一眨眼的工夫就出现了。
“怎么回事?”“马尔福抢了我的记忆球，教授。”马尔福阴沉着脸，迅速把记忆球扔回到桌上。
“等着瞧。”他说完便匆匆溜走了，克拉布和高尔紧随其后。
那天下午三点半，哈利、罗恩和格兰芬多的其他学生匆匆走下台阶，来到门前的场地上，准备上他们的第一堂飞行课。这是一个晴朗的、有微风的日子，当他们快步走下倾斜的草地、向场地对面一处平坦的草坪走去时，小草在他们脚下微微起着波浪。草坪那边就是森林，远处黑——的树木在风中摇曳。
斯莱特林的学生已经在那里了，还有二十把飞天扫帚整整齐齐地排放在地上。哈利曾经听弗雷德和乔洽韦斯莱抱怨过学校里的飞天扫帚，说有的扫帚在你飞得太高时会簌簌发抖，还有的呢，总是微微地偏向左边。
他们的老师霍琦夫人来了。她一头短短的灰发，两只眼睛是黄色的，像老鹰的眼睛一样。
“好了，你们大家还等什么?”她厉声说道，“每个人都站到一把飞天扫帚旁边。快，快，抓紧时间。”
哈利低头看了一眼他的飞天扫帚，它又破又旧，一些枝子横七竖八地戳了出来。
“伸出右手，放在扫帚把上方，”霍琦夫人在前面喊道，“然后说：‘起来!’”
“起来!”每个人都喊道。
哈利的扫帚立刻就跳到了他手里，但这样听话的扫帚只有少数几把。赫敏．格兰杰的扫帚只是在地上打了个滚，而纳威的扫帚根本纹丝不动。哈利心想，也许扫帚也像马一样，能够看出你内心的胆怯。纳威的声音微微发颤，再明显不过地说明他希望稳稳地站在地面上。
接着，霍琦夫人向他们示范怎样骑上扫帚而不从头上滑下来。她在队伍里走来走去，给他们纠正手的握法。哈利和罗恩听见她批评马尔福一直做得不对。心里不由得暗暗高兴。
“好了，我一吹口哨，你们就两腿一蹬，离开地面，要用力蹬。”霍琦夫人说，“把扫帚拿稳，上升几英尺，然后身体微微前倾，垂直落回地面。听我的口哨——三——二——”
然而，纳威太紧张了，生怕被留在地面上，于是他不等哨子碰到霍琦夫人的嘴唇，就使劲一蹬，飞了上去。
“回来，孩子!”霍琦夫人喊道，可是纳威径直往上升，就像瓶塞从瓶子里喷出来一样——十二英尺——二十英尺。哈利看见他惊恐、煞白的脸望着下面飞速远去的地面，看见他张着大嘴喘气，从扫帚把一边滑下来，然后——砰——一声坠落，一声猛烈的撞击，纳威面朝下躺在地上的草丛中，缩成一团。他的飞天扫帚还在越升越高，然后开始缓缓地朝禁林方向飘去，消失不见了。
霍琦夫人弯腰俯视纳威，她的脸和纳威的一样惨白。
“手腕断了。”哈利听见她小声地说，“好了，孩子——没事儿，你起来吧。”
她转身对班上其他同学说:“我送这孩子去医院，你们谁都不许动!把飞天扫帚放回原处，不然的话，不等你们来得及说一句‘魁地奇’，就被赶出霍格沃茨大门了。走吧，亲爱的。”
纳威脸上挂着一条条泪痕，他抓着手腕子，一瘸一拐地和霍琦夫人一同离去了。霍琦夫人用胳膊搂着他。
他们刚走得听不见了，马尔福就放声大笑起来。
“你们看见他那副面孔了吗，那个傻大个?”其他斯莱特林的学生也随声附和。
“闭嘴，马尔福。”帕瓦蒂·佩蒂尔厉声地说。
“嗬，护着隆巴顿?”潘西·帕金森说，她是一个长相丑陋的斯莱特林女生。“没想到你居然会喜欢胖乎乎的小泪包，佩蒂尔。”
“瞧!”马尔福说着，冲过去抓起草地上的什么东西，“是那个大傻瓜隆巴顿的奶奶捎给他的。”
他举起记忆球，它在阳光下闪闪发光。
“拿过来，马尔福。”哈利低声说。大家都停止了说话，注视着。
马尔福丑恶地狞笑着。
“我想把它放在一个什么地方，让隆巴顿去捡——放在一棵树上——怎么样?”
“拿过来!”哈利大喊，可是马尔福已经跳上他的扫帚，起飞了。他以前的话并不是吹牛——他确实飞得好——他悬浮在与一棵栎树的树梢平行的高度，大声叫道；“过来拿吧，波特!”
哈利抓起他的扫帚。
“不行!”赫敏·格兰杰喊道，“霍琦夫人叫我们不要动——你会给我们大家带来麻烦的。”
哈利没有理她。血撞得他的耳膜轰轰直响。他骑上飞天扫帚，用力蹬了一下地面，于是他升了上去，空气呼呼地刮过他的头发，长袍在身后呼啦啦地飘扬——他心头陡然一阵狂喜，意识到自己发现了一种他可以无师自通的技能——这么容易，这么美妙。他把飞天扫帚又抬起了一些，让它飞得更高。他听见她面上传来女孩子们的尖叫声和大喘气声，还听到罗恩发出的敬佩的喊叫。
他猛地把扫帚转过来，对着空中的马尔福。马尔福显得大吃一惊。
“拿过来，”哈利喊道，“不然我就把你从扫帚上撞下去。”
“哦，是吗?”马尔福说。他想发出嘲笑，但脸上的表情却很紧张。
哈利好像天生就知道该怎么做。他将身体前倾，用双手紧紧抓住扫帚，于是，扫帚就像标枪一样朝马尔福射去。马尔福勉强闪身躲过；哈利又猛地调转回身，稳稳地抓住扫帚。下面有几个人在鼓掌。
“这里可没有克拉布和高尔为你保驾，马尔福。”哈利喊道。
马尔福似乎也产生了同样的想法。
“给，看你能不能接住!”他大叫一声，把玻璃球高高地扔向空中，然后迅速朝地面降落。
哈利看见玻璃球仿佛是以慢动作升上了天空，随即开始坠落。他前倾着身体，把飞天扫帚指向下面——一眨眼的工夫，他就加速俯冲下去，追赶玻璃球——风在他耳边呼啸，混杂着下面观众的尖叫声，只见他伸出手去，在离地面一英尺的高度接住了玻璃球。他及时把扫帚把扳直，然后他轻轻倒在草地上，手心里稳稳地攥着那只记忆球。
“哈利·波特!”
他的心突然往下一沉，比他刚才俯冲的速度还快。麦格教授正向他们跑来。哈利从地上站起来，浑身发抖。
“我在霍格沃茨这么多年——从来没有——”
麦格教授简直惊讶得说不出话来，她的眼镜片闪烁着愤怒的光芒，“——你怎么敢——你会摔断脖子的——”
“不是他的错，教授——”
“住嘴，佩蒂尔小姐——”
“可是马尔福——”
“别说了，韦斯莱先生。好了，波特，跟我来。”
麦格教授大步朝城堡走去，哈利机械地跟在后面。他离开时发觉马尔福、克拉布和高尔脸上露出了得意的神情。他只知道他要被开除了。他想说几句话为自己辩护，但他的嗓子似乎出了毛病。麦格教授大步流星地朝前走，看也不看他一眼；他必须小跑着才能跟得上。他现在完了。他来了还不到两个星期。再过十分钟，他就要收拾东西滚蛋了。达力一家看见他出现在大门口，会说什么呢?两人登上大门前的台阶，登上里面的大理石楼梯，麦格教授还是一言不发。她拧开一扇扇门，大步穿过一道道走廊，哈利可怜兮兮地跟在后面。教授大概是要带他去见邓布利多吧。他想起了海格，虽然被开除了，但还是获准作为狩猎场看守继续留在了学校里。也许他可以给海格当个助手。他仿佛看见自己拎着海格的口袋，拖着沉重的脚步在场地里走来走去，眼巴巴地看着罗恩和其他人成为巫师，他一想起这些就觉得胃拧成了一团。
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