读英文原著《哈利波特与魔法石》- 第九章：午夜决斗（3）
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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 (3)
THE MIDNIGHT DUEL
第9章 午夜决斗（3）
They flitted along （轻快的移动） corridors striped with bars of moonlight from the high windows. At every turn Harry expected to run into Filch or Mrs.
Norris, but they were lucky. They sped up a staircase to the third floor
and tiptoed toward the trophy room.
Malfoy and Crabbe weren't there yet. The crystal trophy cases glimmered
where the moonlight caught them. Cups, shields, plates, and statues
winked silver and gold in the darkness. They edged along the walls,
keeping their eyes on the doors at either end of the room. Harry took
out his wand in case Malfoy leapt in and started at once. The minutes
crept (匍匐爬行)by.
"He's late, maybe he's chickened out," Ron whispered.
Then a noise in the next room made them jump. Harry had only just raised
his wand when they heard someone speak -and it wasn't Malfoy.
"Sniff around, my sweet, they might be lurking in a corner."
It was Filch speaking to Mrs. Norris. Horror-struck, Harry waved madly
at the other three to follow him as quickly as possible; they scurried
silently toward the door, away from Filch's voice. Neville's robes had
barely whipped round the corner when they heard Filch enter the trophy
room.
"They're in here somewhere," they heard him mutter, "probably hiding."
"This way!" Harry mouthed to the others and, petrified, they began to
creep down a long gallery full of suits of armor. They could hear Filch
getting nearer. Neville suddenly let out a frightened squeak and broke
into a run -he tripped, grabbed Ron around the waist, and the pair of
them toppled right into a suit of armor.
The clanging and crashing were enough to wake the whole castle.
"RUN!" Harry yelled, and the four of them sprinted down the gallery, not
looking back to see whether Filch was following -- they swung around the
doorpost and galloped down one corridor then another, Harry in the lead,
without any idea where they were or where they were going -- they ripped
through a tapestry and found themselves in a hidden passageway, hurtled
along it and came out near their Charms classroom, which they knew was
miles from the trophy room.
"I think we've lost him," Harry panted, leaning against the cold wall
and wiping his forehead. Neville was bent double, wheezing and
spluttering.
I -- told -you," Hermione gasped, clutching at the stitch in her chest,
"I -- told -- you."
"We've got to get back to Gryffindor tower," said Ron, "quickly as
possible."
"Malfoy tricked you," Hermione said to Harry. "You realize that, don't
you? He was never going to meet you -- Filch knew someone was going to
be in the trophy room, Malfoy must have tipped him off."
Harry thought she was probably right, but he wasn't going to tell her
that.
"Let's go."
It wasn't going to be that simple. They hadn't gone more than a dozen
paces when a doorknob rattled and something came shooting out of a
classroom in front of them.
It was Peeves. He caught sight of them and gave a squeal of delight.
"Shut up, Peeves -- please -- you'll get us thrown out."
Peeves cackled.
"Wandering around at midnight, Ickle Firsties? Tut, tut, tut. Naughty,
naughty, you'll get caughty."
"Not if you don't give us away, Peeves, please."
"Should tell Filch, I should," said Peeves in a saintly voice, but his
eyes glittered wickedly. "It's for your own good, you know."
"Get out of the way," snapped Ron, taking a swipe at Peeves this was a
big mistake.
"STUDENTS OUT OF BED!" Peeves bellowed, "STUDENTS OUT OF BED
DOWN THE
CHARMS CORRIDOR"
Ducking under Peeves, they ran for their lives, right to the end of the
corridor where they slammed into a door -- and it was locked.
"This is it!" Ron moaned, as they pushed helplessly at the door, "We're
done for! This is the end!" They could hear footsteps, Filch running as
fast as he could toward Peeves's shouts.
"Oh, move over," Hermione snarled. She grabbed Harry's wand, tapped the
lock, and whispered, 'Alohomora!"
The lock clicked and the door swung open -- they piled through it, shut
it quickly, and pressed their ears against it, listening.
"Which way did they go, Peeves?" Filch was saying. "Quick, tell me."
"Say 'please."'
"Don't mess with me, Peeves, now where did they go?"
"Shan't say nothing if you don't say please," said Peeves in his
annoying singsong voice.
"All right -please."
"NOTHING! Ha haaa! Told you I wouldn't say nothing if you didn't say
please! Ha ha! Haaaaaa!" And they heard the sound of Peeves whooshing
away and Filch cursing in rage.
"He thinks this door is locked," Harry whispered. "I think we'll be okay
-- get off, Neville!" For Neville had been tugging on the sleeve of
Harry's bathrobe for the last minute. "What?"
Harry turned around -- and saw, quite clearly, what. For a moment, he
was sure he'd walked into a nightmare -- this was too much, on top of
everything that had happened so far.
They weren't in a room, as he had supposed. They were in a corridor. The
forbidden corridor on the third floor. And now they knew why it was
forbidden.
They were looking straight into the eyes of a monstrous dog, a dog that
filled the whole space between ceiling and floor. It had three heads.
Three pairs of rolling, mad eyes; three noses, twitching and quivering in their direction; three drooling mouths, saliva hangingin slippery ropes from yellowish fangs.
It was standing quite still, all six eyes staring at them, and Harry
knew that the only reason they weren't already dead was that their
sudden appearance had taken it by surprise, but it was quickly getting
over that, there was no mistaking what those thunderous growls meant.
Harry groped for the doorknob -- between Filch and death, he'd take
Filch.
They fell backward -- Harry slammed（猛地关上） the door shut, and they ran, they almost flew, back down the corridor. Filch must have hurried off to look for them somewhere else, because they didn't see him anywhere, but they hardly cared -- all they wanted to do was put as much space as possible between them and that monster. They didn't stop running until they
reached the portrait of the Fat Lady on the seventh floor.
"Where on earth have you all been?" she asked, looking at their
bathrobes hanging off their shoulders and their flushed, sweaty faces.
"Never mind that -- pig snout, pig snout," panted Harry, and the
portrait swung forward. They scrambled into the common room and
collapsed, trembling, into armchairs.
It was a while before any of them said anything. Neville, indeed, looked
as if he'd never speak again.
"What do they think they're doing, keeping a thing like that locked up
in a school?" said Ron finally. "If any dog needs exercise, that one
does."
Hermione had got both her breath and her bad temper back again. "You
don't use your eyes, any of you, do you?" she snapped. "Didn't you see
what it was standing on.
"The floor?" Harry suggested. "I wasn't looking at its feet, I was too
busy with its heads."
"No, not the floor. It was standing on a trapdoor. It's obviously
guarding something."
She stood up, glaring at them.
I hope you're pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed --
or worse, expelled. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to bed."
Ron stared after her, his mouth open.
"No, we don't mind," he said. "You'd think we dragged her along,
wouldn't you.
But Hermione had given Harry something else to think about as he climbed
back into bed. The dog was guarding something.... What had Hagrid said?
Gringotts was the safest place in the world for something you wanted to
hide -- except perhaps Hogwarts.
It looked as though Harry had found out where the grubby littie package
from vault seven hundred and thirteen was.
他们沿着走廊轻快地走着，月光从高高的窗口洒进来，一道道地横在地上。
每一次拐弯，哈利都以为要撞上费尔奇或洛丽丝夫人了，还好，他们的运气不错。他们匆匆登上楼梯，来到三楼，蹑手蹑脚地朝奖品陈列室走去。马尔福和克拉布不在。陈列奖品的水晶玻璃柜在月光下熠熠闪亮。黑暗中，奖杯、盾牌、奖牌和雕像闪着银色和金色的光。四个人贴着墙向前移动，眼睛紧盯着房间两头的门，哈利拿出他的魔杖，以防马尔福突然冲进来，和他决斗。时间一分一秒过去。
“他迟到了，也许他因为害怕，不敢来了。”罗恩悄声说。这时，隔壁房间里传来一个声音，吓得他们跳了起来。哈利刚举起魔杖，就听见有人说话了——不是马尔福。“到处闻闻，我亲爱的，他们可能躲在哪个角落里。”
是费尔奇在对洛丽丝夫人说话。哈利吓坏了，疯狂地朝另外三个人挥着魔杖，叫他们尽快地跟着他；他们悄没声儿地走向那扇远离费尔奇声音的门。纳威的长袍刚刚掠过拐角，他们就听见费尔奇走进了奖品陈列室。
“他们就在这里的什么地方，”他们听见他低声嘟哝，“大概躲起来了。”
“这边走!”哈利不出声地对大家说。他们都吓傻了，悄悄儿地沿着一道摆满盔甲的走廊往前走，可以听见费尔奇离他们越来越近了。突然，纳威忍不住发出一声恐怖的尖叫，撒腿就跑——他被绊了一下，赶紧一把搂住罗恩的腰，两人一起跌倒在一套盔甲上。
顿时，咣啷啷，哗啦啦，那声音足以吵醒整个城堡。
“快跑!”哈利大喊一声，四个人顺着走廊全速跑去，不敢回头看费尔奇是不是跟上来了——他们绕过门柱，跑过一道又一道走廊。哈利跑在最前面，他不知道他们在哪里，也不知道在往哪里跑。最后他们在上魔咒课的教室附近出来了，他们知道，这里离奖品陈列室有好几英里呢。
“我想，我们已经把他甩掉了。”哈利喘着粗气说。他靠在冰冷的墙上，擦着额头上的汗。纳威弯着身子，气急败坏，呼哧呼哧地喘着。
“我——告诉过——你们，”赫敏气喘吁吁地说，用手抓住胸前的衣缝，“我——告诉过——你们。”
“我们必须返回格兰芬多城堡，”罗恩说，“越快越好。”
“马尔福骗了你，”赫敏对哈利说，“你明白了吧?他根本不打算上那儿和你会面——费尔奇知道有人要去奖品陈列室，一定是马尔福向他透露了消息。”哈利认为赫敏可能是对的，但他不想对她这么说。“我们走吧。”然而事情不那么简单。他们刚走了十来步，就听见一扇门的球形把手嘎啦啦一响，什么东西从他们面前的一间教室里蹿了出来。是皮皮鬼。他一看见他们，就开心地尖声怪叫。
“闭嘴，皮皮鬼——求求你——你会害得我们被开除的。
”
皮皮鬼咯咯地笑着。
“讨厌的新生，半夜三更到处乱逛。啧，啧，啧，淘气，淘气，你们会被抓起来的。”
“不会的，只要你不出卖我们，皮皮鬼，求求你。”
“应该告诉费尔奇，应该。”皮皮鬼一本正经地说，但他眼睛里却闪烁着调皮的光芒。“这是为你们好，知道吗?”
“滚开。”罗恩凶狠地说，使劲打了皮皮鬼一下——这就酿成了大错。
“学生不睡觉!”皮皮鬼吼了起来，“学生不睡觉，在魔咒课的走廊里!”
他们一低头闪过皮皮鬼，没命地逃着，一直逃到走廊尽头，重重地撞在一扇门上——门是锁着的。“完了!”罗恩呜咽着说。他们绝望地推着那扇门。“我们完蛋了!死到临头了!”他们听见了脚步声，费尔奇正在循着皮皮鬼声音尽快赶来。“哦，快过来。”赫敏粗暴地说。她夺过哈利的魔杖，敲了敲门锁，低声说道：“阿拉霍洞开!”锁咔哒一响，门突然开了——他们一拥而入，赶紧把门关上，将耳朵贴在上面，听着。
“他们往哪边跑了，皮皮鬼?”只听费尔奇说，“快点儿，告诉我。”
“说‘请’。”
“别跟我捣乱，皮皮鬼，快说，他们去哪儿了?”“如果你不说‘请’，我就不会对你说什么话。”皮皮鬼用他那恼人的连哼带唱的声调说。
“好吧——请你告诉我。”
“什么话!哈哈!我告诉过你，如果你不说‘请’，我就不会对你说‘什么话’!哈哈!哈哈哈哈!”他们听见皮皮鬼飞快地离去，费尔奇恼羞成怒地咒骂着。
“他以为这扇门是锁着的，”哈利低声说，“我想我们不会有事了——走开，纳威!”纳威一直在拉扯哈利长袍的袖子。“怎么啦?”
哈利一转身——看见了，清清楚楚地看见了。一时间，他相信自己一定是走进了一场噩梦——在已经发生了这么多事情之后，这简直太过分了。
他们并不是像他以为的那样在一个房间里。他们是在一条走廊里。是四楼的那条禁止入内的走廊。现在他们知道这里为什么禁止入内了。
他们正面对着一条怪物般的大狗的眼睛，这条狗大得填满了从天花板到地板的所有空间。它有三个脑袋，三双滴溜溜转动的凶恶的眼睛，三个鼻子——正朝他们的方向抽搐、颤抖，还有三个流着口水的嘴巴，口水像黏糊糊的绳子，从泛黄的狗牙上挂落下来。
它一动不动地站在那里，六只眼睛都盯着他们。哈利知道，他们之所以还没有死，惟一的原因就是他们的突然出现使它大吃了一惊。但它正在迅速回过神来，那一声声震耳欲聋的咆哮意味着什么，是再清楚不过的了。
哈利摸索着去拧门把手——在费尔奇和死亡之间，他宁愿选择费尔奇。
他们一步步后退——哈利砰地把门关上。他们回到走廊里，撒腿就跑，简直是在飞奔。费尔奇一定忙着到别处去寻找他们了，他们没有看见他的踪影，何况也根本顾不上了——他们只想着尽可能远地逃离那个怪物。他们一直跑到八楼胖夫人的肖像前才停住脚步。
“你们都上哪儿去了?”胖夫人问道，看着他们耷拉在肩膀上的长袍，以及他们大汗淋漓的通红脸庞。
“别问啦——‘猪鼻子，猪鼻子’。”哈利喘着气说，肖像向前旋转着开了。他们跌跌撞撞地爬进公共休息室，浑身发抖地瘫倒在扶手椅里。
有好一会儿，谁都没有说话。纳威呢，他看上去似乎永远也不会说话了。
“他们到底想干什么?把那么一个玩艺儿关在学校里!”最后，罗恩说道，“如果有哪只狗需要训练，就是那只了。”
赫敏的气喘匀了，但她的坏脾气也回来了。
“你们，你们几个，长着眼睛是干什么用的?”她气冲冲地说，“你们没看见它站在什么上面吗?”
“地板上?”哈利猜测。“我没有看它的脚，我光顾着看它的脑袋了。”
“不，不是地板上。它站在一个活板门上。它显然是在看守什么东西。”
她站起身，愤怒地瞪着他们。
“我希望你们为自己感到得意。我们都差点被咬死——或者更糟，被学校开除。好了，如果你们不反对的话，我要去睡觉了。”
罗恩盯着她的背影，吃惊地张大嘴巴。
“去睡吧，我们不反对。”他说。“这叫什么事儿?就好像我们把她硬拉去似的。”
可是，赫敏的话使哈利回到床上后又陷入了沉思。那只狗在看守着什么……海格是怎么说的?如果你想藏什么东西，古灵阁是世界上最安全的地方——大概除了霍格沃茨吧。
看来，哈利似乎已经弄清了713号地下金库那只肮脏的小包裹的下落。
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