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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 13：01
CHAPTER THIRTEEN（2）
NICOLAS FLAMEL
第13章 尼可·勒梅(2)
Ron and Hermione, meanwhile, had found a place in the stands next to
Neville, who couldn't understand why they looked so grim and worried, or
why they had both brought their wands to the match. Little did Harry
know that Ron and Hermione had been secretly practicing the Leg-Locker
Curse. They'd gotten the idea from Malfoy using it on Neville, and were
ready to use it on Snape if he showed any sign of wanting to hurt Harry.
"Now, don't forget, it's Locomotor Mortis," Hermione muttered as Ron
slipped his wand up his sleeve.
"I know," Ron snapped. "Don't nag."
Back in the locker room, Wood had taken Harry aside.
"Don't want to pressure you, Potter, but if we ever need an early
capture of the Snitch it's now. Finish the game before Snape can favor
Hufflepuff too much."
"The whole school's out there!" said Fred Weasley, peering out of the
door. "Even -- blimey -- Dumbledore's come to watch!"
Harry's heart did a somersault.
"Dumbledore?" he said, dashing to the door to make sure. Fred was right.
There was no mistaking that silver beard.
Harry could have laughed out loud with relief He was safe. There was
simply no way that Snape would dare to try to hurt him if Dumbledore was
watching.
Perhaps that was why Snape was looking so angry as the teams marched
onto the field, something that Ron noticed, too.
"I've never seen Snape look so mean," he told Hermione. "Look -they're
off Ouch!"
Someone had poked Ron in the back of the head. It was Malfoy.
"Oh, sorry, Weasley, didn't see you there."
Malfoy grinned broadly at Crabbe and Goyle.
"Wonder how long Potter's going to stay on his broom this time? Anyone
want a bet? What about you, Weasley?"
Ron didn't answer; Snape had just awarded Hufflepuff a penalty because
George Weasley had hit a Bludger at him. Hermione, who had all her
fingers crossed in her lap, was squinting fixedly at Harry, who was
circling the game like a hawk, looking for the Snitch.
"You know how I think they choose people for the Gryffindor team?" said
Malfoy loudly a few minutes later, as Snape awarded Hufflepuff another
penalty for no reason at all. "It's people they feel sorry for. See,
there's Potter, who's got no parents, then there's the Weasleys, who've
got no money -- you should be on the team, Longbottom, you've got no
brains."
Neville went bright red but turned in his seat to face Malfoy.
"I'm worth twelve of you, Malfoy," he stammered.
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle howled with laughter, but Ron, still not
daring to take his eyes from the game, said, "You tell him, Neville."
"Longbottom, if brains were gold you'd be poorer than Weasley, and
that's saying something."
Ron's nerves were already stretched to the breaking point with anxiety
about Harry.
"I'm warning you, Malfoy -- one more word
"Ron!" said Hermione suddenly, "Harry --"
"What? Where?"
Harry had suddenly gone into a spectacular dive, which drew gasps and
cheers from the crowd. Hermione stood up, her crossed fingers in her
mouth, as Harry streaked toward the ground like a bullet.
"You're in luck, Weasley, Potter's obviously spotted some money on the
ground!" said Malfoy.
Ron snapped. Before Malfoy knew what was happening, Ron was on top of
him, wrestling him to the ground. Neville hesitated, then clambered over
the back of his seat to help.
"Come on, Harry!" Hermione screamed, leaping onto her seat to watch as
Harry sped straight at Snape -- she didn't even notice Malfoy and Ron
rolling around under her seat, or the scuffles and yelps coming from the
whirl of fists that was Neville, Crabbe, and Goyle.
Up in the air, Snape turned on his broomstick just in time to see
something scarlet shoot past him, missing him by inches -- the next
second, Harry had pulled out of the dive, his arm raised in triumph, the
Snitch clasped in his hand.
The stands erupted; it had to be a record, no one could ever remember
the Snitch being caught so quickly.
"Ron! Ron! Where are you? The game's over! Harry's won! We've won!
Gryffindor is in the lead!" shrieked Hermione, dancing up and down on
her seat and hugging Parvati Patil in the row in front.
Harry jumped off his broom, a foot from the ground. He couldn't believe
it. He'd done it -- the game was over; it had barely lasted five
minutes. As Gryffindors came spilling onto the field, he saw Snape land
nearby, white-faced and tight-lipped -- then Harry felt a hand on his
shoulder and looked up into Dumbledore's smiling face.
"Well done," said Dumbledore quietly, so that only Harry could hear.
"Nice to see you haven't been brooding about that mirror... been keeping
busy... excellent..." Snape spat bitterly on the ground.
Harry left the locker room alone some time later, to take his Nimbus Two
Thousand back to the broomshed. He couldn't ever remember feeling
happier. He'd really done something to be proud of now -- no one could
say he was just a famous name any more. The evening air had never
smelled so sweet. He walked over the damp grass, reliving the last hour
in his head, which was a happy blur: Gryffindors running to lift him
onto their shoulders; Ron and Hermione in the distance, jumping up and
down, Ron cheering through a heavy nosebleed.
Harry had reached the shed. He leaned against the wooden door and looked
up at Hogwarts, with its windows glowing red in the setting sun.
Gryffindor in the lead. He'd done it, he'd shown Snape....
And speaking of Snape...
A hooded figure came swiftly down the front steps of the castle. Clearly
not wanting to be seen, it walked as fast as possible toward the
forbidden forest. Harry's victory faded from his mind as he watched. He
recognized the figure's prowling walk. Snape, sneaking into the forest
while everyone else was at dinner -- what was going on?
Harry jumped back on his Nimbus Two Thousand and took off. Gliding
silently over the castle he saw Snape enter the forest at a run. He
followed.
The trees were so thick he couldn't see where Snape had gone. He flew in
circles, lower and lower, brushing the top branches of trees until he
heard voices. He glided toward them and landed noiselessly in a towering
beech tree.
He climbed carefully along one of the branches, holding tight to his
broomstick, trying to see through the leaves. Below, in a shadowy
clearing, stood Snape, but he wasn't alone. Quirrell was there, too.
Harry couldn't make out the look on his face, but he was stuttering
worse than ever. Harry strained to catch what they were saying.
"... d-don't know why you wanted t-t-to meet here of all p-places,
Severus..."
"Oh, I thought we'd keep this private," said Snape, his voice icy.
"Students aren't supposed to know about the Sorcerer's Stone, after
all."
Harry leaned forward. Quirrell was mumbling something. Snape interrupted
him.
"Have you found out how to get past that beast of Hagrid's yet?"
"B-b-but Severus, I --"
"You don't want me as your enemy, Quirrell," said Snape, taking a step
toward him.
"I-I don't know what you
"You know perfectly well what I mean."
An owl hooted loudly, and Harry nearly fell out of the tree. He steadied
himself in time to hear Snape say, "-- your little bit of hocus-pocus.
I'm waiting."
"B-but I d-d-don't --"
"Very well," Snape cut in. "We'll have another little chat soon, when
you've had time to think things over and decided where your loyalties
lie."
He threw his cloak over his head and strode out of the clearing. It was
almost dark now, but Harry could see Quirrell, standing quite still as
though he was petrified.
"Harry, where have you been?" Hermione squeaked.
"We won! You won! We won!" shouted Ron, thumping Harry on the back. "And I gave Malfoy a black eye, and Neville tried to take on Crabbe and Goyle single-handed! He's still out cold but Madam Pomftey says he'll be all
right - talk about showing Slytherin! Everyone's waiting for you in the
common room, we're having a party, Fred and George stole some cakes and
stuff from the kitchens."
"Never mind that now," said Harry breathlessly. "Let's find an empty
room, you wait 'til you hear this...."
He made sure Peeves wasn't inside before shutting the door behind them,
then he told them what he'd seen and heard.
"So we were right, it is the Sorcerer's Stone, and Snape's trying to
force Quirrell to help him get it. He asked if he knew how to get past
Fluffy - and he said something about Quirrell's 'hocus pocuss-- I reckon
there are other things guarding the stone apart from Fluffy, loads of
enchantments, probably, and Quirrell would have done some anti-Dark Arts
spell that Snape needs to break through --"
"So you mean the Stone's only safe as long as Quirrell stands up to
Snape?" said Hermione in alarm.
"It'll be gone by next Tuesday," said Ron.
与此同时，罗恩和赫敏在看台上找了个地方，就在纳威旁边。纳威不明白他们为什么显得这么沉重和担忧，也不明白他们为什么都把自己的魔杖带到赛场上来了。哈利不知道罗恩和赫敏一直在偷偷练习锁腿咒。他们从马尔福给纳威念咒这件事中获得启发，打算一旦斯内普显示出要伤害哈利的苗头，就对他念咒。
“记住，别忘了，是‘腿立僵停死’。”罗恩把魔杖插在袖子上时，赫敏小声地说。
“我知道，”罗恩不耐烦地说，“别唠叨了。”
在更衣室里，伍德把哈利拉到一边。
“不是想给你施加压力，波特，但我们今天比任何时候都需要尽快抓住飞贼。我们要速战速决，不让斯内普有时间过分偏袒赫奇帕奇。”
“全校学生都出来了!”弗雷德·韦斯莱朝门外窥视，说道，“就连——天哪——邓布利多也来看比赛了!”哈利的心猛地翻腾了一下。“邓布利多?”他说着，快步冲到门口，想确认一下。弗雷德说得对。那银白色的胡子决不会有错。哈利一下子如释重负，差点儿放声大笑起来。他没有危险了。如果邓布利多在场观看比赛，斯内普是绝对不敢伤害他的。也许正是因为这一点，当队员们排着队走向赛场时，斯内普才显得那么恼火，这点罗恩也注意到了。“我从没看见斯内普脸色这么阴沉。”他对赫敏说，“看——他们出发了。唉哟!”
有人捅了一下罗恩的后脑勺。是马尔福。
“哦，对不起，韦斯莱，没看见你在那儿。”
马尔福对克拉布和高尔咧嘴大笑。
“不知道波特这次能在他的飞天扫帚上待多久?有人愿意打赌吗?你怎么样，韦斯莱?”
罗恩没有回答；斯内普刚才判给赫奇帕奇队一个罚球，因为乔治把一只游走球对准他打了过来。赫敏十指交叉着放在膝盖上【这里指的是赫敏在为哈利祈祷】，眯起眼睛紧紧地盯着哈-利。只见哈利像老鹰一样围着赛场盘旋，寻找金色飞贼。
“你知道格兰芬多队是怎么挑选队员的吗?"几分钟后，当斯内普毫无道理地又判给赫奇帕奇队一个罚球时，马尔福大声说道，“他们挑选的是那些他们觉得可怜的人。比如波特，没爹没妈，还有韦斯莱兄弟，家里没钱——你也应该入队呀，纳威-隆巴顿，因为你没有头脑。”
纳威脸涨得通红，他从椅子上转过身子，面对马尔福。
“我比十二个你加在一起都强，马尔福。”他结结巴巴地说。
马尔福、克拉布和高尔怪声怪气地大笑起来，罗恩不敢让眼睛离开赛场，嘴里说：“给他点厉害瞧瞧，纳威。”
“隆巴顿，如果头脑是金子，你就比韦斯莱还要穷，这就很能说明问题了。”
罗恩一直为哈利揪着心，紧张得神经都要绷断了。
“我警告你，马尔福——你再敢说一句——”
“罗恩!”赫敏突然说道，“哈利——!”
“怎么啦?在哪儿?”
哈利突然来了一个漂亮的俯冲，使观众们发出一片惊呼和喝彩。赫敏站了起来，交叉着的手指放在嘴里【这里指的是赫敏在为哈利祈祷】，只见哈利像一颗子弹一样射向地面。“你很幸运，韦斯莱，波特显然看见了地上有钱!”马尔福说。罗恩迅速行动起来。马尔福还没明白是怎么回事，罗恩就蹿到了他身上．把他摔倒在地。纳威迟疑了一下，也从座椅背上翻过来相助。
“快点儿，哈利!”赫敏尖叫着，跳上座位，看着哈利径直向斯内普冲去——她甚至没有注意到马尔福和罗恩在她座位下滚成一团，也没有注意到纳威、克拉布和高尔扭打在一起，拳脚相加，痛得发出一声声尖叫。
在空中，斯内普刚刚启动飞天扫帚，就看见一个金色的东西“嗖”地从他耳边飞过，离他只差几寸——紧接着，哈利停止了俯冲。他胜利地举起手臂，飞贼被他紧紧地抓在手里。
看台上沸腾了：这将是一个新的记录，谁都不记得在哪次比赛中飞贼这么快就被抓住了。“罗恩，罗恩!你在哪里?比赛结束了!哈利赢了!我们赢了!格兰芬多队领先了!”赫敏尖叫着，在椅子上跳个不停，并紧紧地拥抱了一下前排的佩蒂尔。
哈利在离地面一英尺的高度从飞天扫帚上跳下来。他简直无法相信。他成功了——比赛结束了；只持续了不到五分钟。当格兰芬多学生拥进赛场时，哈利看见斯内普降落在他旁边，脸色煞白，嘴唇抿得紧紧的——接着，哈利感到一只手搭在了他的肩膀上。他抬起头来，看到了邓布利多微笑的脸。
“干得好，”邓布利多声音很轻，只有哈利一个人能听见，“很高兴看到你没有整天想着那面魔镜⋯⋯生活得很充实⋯⋯太好了⋯⋯”斯内普愤恨地朝地上吐了口唾沫。
一小时之后，哈利独自离开更衣室，要把他的光轮2000送回扫帚棚。他的心情比任何时候都要欢快。他总算做了一件真正值得自豪的事——以后再也不会有人说他只不过是有一个响亮的名字而已。夜晚的空气从未像现在这样甜蜜。他走过潮湿的草地，刚才一小时的情景又在脑海中重现，是一些模糊不清的幸福的片断：格兰芬多学生跑过来把他架在他们的肩膀上；罗恩和赫敏在远处跳上跳下，罗恩一边淌着鼻血，一边欢呼雀跃。
哈利已经来到了扫帚棚。他靠在木门上，抬头望着霍格沃茨，那些窗户在夕阳的辉映下闪着红光。格兰芬多队领先了。他成功了，他使斯内普看到⋯⋯说到斯内普⋯⋯一个戴着兜帽的身影迅速走下城堡的正门台阶，显然是不想让人看见，飞快地直奔禁林而去。哈利注视着，心头胜利的喜悦渐渐消失了。他认出了那个身影的鬼鬼祟祟的步态。正是斯内普。他趁别人吃晚饭的时候，偷偷溜往禁林——他想干什么?哈利跳回到飞天扫帚上，腾地起飞了。他悄无声息地滑过城堡上空，看见斯内普奔跑着进了禁林。他跟了过去。
树木太茂密了，他看不清斯内普去了哪里。他盘旋着，越来越低，擦着树梢飞翔，最后终于听见了有人说话的声音。他轻盈地朝他们飞去，静悄悄地落在一棵高耸的山毛榉上。
他小心地顺着一根树枝往前爬，手里紧紧抓住飞天扫帚，他想透过树叶往下看。
下面，在一片布满阴影的空地上，站着斯内普，但他并不是一个人。奇洛也在那里。哈利看不清他脸上的表情，但他结巴得比任何时候都厉害。哈利全神贯注地听他们在说什么。
“⋯⋯不——不知道你为什么要——要——要选在这里见面，西弗勒斯⋯⋯”“噢，我认为这事不宜公开，”斯内普说，声音冷冰冰的，“毕竟，学生们是不应该知道魔法石的。”
哈利探身向前。奇洛正在嘀咕着什么。斯内普打断了他。“你有没有弄清怎样才能制服海格的那头怪兽?”“可—— 可——可是，西弗勒斯，我——”
“你不希望我与你为敌吧，奇洛。”斯内普说着，朝他逼近了一步。“我? 我不知——知道你——”
“你很清楚我的意思。”
一只猫头鹰高声叫了起来，哈利差点儿从树上摔了下去。他稳住自己，正好听见斯内普说，“——你的秘密小花招。我等着。”
“可? 可是，我不——不——不——”
“很好。”斯内普打断了他，“过不了多久，等你有时间考虑清楚，决定了为谁效忠之后，我们还会再谈一次。”
他用斗篷罩住脑袋，大步流星地走出了空地。天几乎完全黑了，但哈利仍能看见奇洛一动不动地站在那里，像一具泥塑木雕。
“哈利，你上哪儿去了?”赫敏尖声地说。
“我们赢了!你赢了!我们赢了!”罗恩重重地拍着哈利的后背，大声喊道，“我把马尔福的眼睛打青了。纳威一个人对付克拉布和高尔!他还完全昏迷着，但庞弗雷夫人说他会好起来的——谈谈教训斯莱特林的经过吧!大伙儿都在公共休息室里等着你呢，我们正在搞一个庆祝会，弗雷德和乔治从厨房里偷了一些蛋糕什么的。”
“先别管那些，”哈和气喘吁吁地说，“我们找一间空屋子，你们听我告诉你们⋯⋯”
哈利确信皮皮鬼不在屋里之后，才回身关上房门，然后把他刚才看到和听到的情形告诉了他们。
“这么说，我们分析得对，那东西就是魔法石，斯内普想强迫奇洛帮助他拿到那块石头。他问奇洛是不是知道怎样制服路威——并提到奇洛的‘秘密小花招’——我猜想，除了路威，大概还有其他机关在守护着那块石头，很可能有一大堆魔法巫术，说不定奇洛就施了一些反黑魔法的咒语，斯内普需要把它们解除——”
“你的意思是说，只有当奇洛能够抵抗斯内普时，魔法石才是安全的?”赫敏惊慌地问。
“那石头下个星期二就不在了。”罗恩说。
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