jkrowling.harrypotterandgf-第58节

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d；　pretending　to　think　that　Harry　wanted　things　thrown　at　him；　started　chucking　chairs　across　the　room。　Harry　and　Hermione　left　in　a　hurry　before　the　noise　attracted　Filch；　and　went　back　to　the　Gryffindor　mon　room；　which　was　now　mercifully　empty。
　　　At　two　o'clock　in　the　morning；　Harry　stood　near　the　fireplace；　surrounded　by　heaps　of　objects：　books；　quills；　several　upturned　chairs；　an　old　set　of　Gobstones；　and　Neville's　toad；　Trevor。　Only　in　the　last　hour　had　Harry　really　got　the　hang　of　the　Summoning　Charm。
　　　〃That's　better；　Harry；　that's　loads　better；〃　Hermione　said；　looking　exhausted　but　very　pleased。
　　　〃Well；　now　we　know　what　to　do　next　time　I　can't　manage　a　spell；〃　Harry　said；　throwing　a　rune　dictionary　back　to　Hermione；　so　he　could　try　again；　〃threaten　me　with　a　dragon。　Right。。。〃　He　raised　his　wand　once　more。　〃Accio　Dictionary！〃
　　　The　heavy　book　soared　out　of　Hermione's　hand；　flew　across　the　room；　and　Harry　caught　it。
　　　〃Harry；　I　really　think　you've　got　it！〃　said　Hermione　delightedly。
　　　〃Just　as　long　as　it　works　tomorrow；〃　Harry　said。　〃The　Firebolt's　going　to　be　much　farther　away　than　the　stuff　in　here；　it's　going　to　be　in　the　castle；　and　I'm　going　to　be　out　there　on　the　grounds。。。〃
　　　〃That　doesn't　matter；〃　said　Hermione　firmly。〃　Just　as　long　as　you're　concentrating　really；　really　hard　on　it；　it'll　e。　Harry；　we'd　better　get　some　sleep。。。　you're　going　to　need　it。〃
　　　
　　　Harry　had　been　focusing　so　hard　on　learning　the　Summoning　Charm　that　evening　that　some　of　his　blind　panic　had　heft　him。　It　returned　in　full　measure；　however；　on　the　following　morning。　The　atmosphere　in　the　school　was　one　of　great　tension　and　excitement。　Lessons　were　to　stop　at　midday；　giving　all　the　students　time　to　get　down　to　the　dragons'　enclosure…though　of　course；　they　didn't　yet　know　what　they　would　find　there。
　　　Harry　felt　oddly　separate　from　everyone　around　him；　whether　they　were　wishing　him　good　luck　or　hissing　〃We'll　have　a　box　of　tissues　ready；　Potter〃　as　he　passed。　It　was　a　state　of　nervousness　so　advanced　that　he　wondered　whether　he　mightn't　just　lose　his　head　when　they　tried　to　lead　him　out　to　his　dragon；　and　start　trying　to　curse　everyone　in　sight。　Time　was　behaving　in　a　more　peculiar　fashion　than　ever；　rushing　past　in　great　dollops；　so　that　one　moment　he　seemed　to　be　sitting　down　in　his　first　lesson；　History　of　Magic；　and　the　next；　walking　into　lunch。。。　and　then　（where　had　the　morning　gone？　the　last　of　the　dragon…free　hours？）；　Professor　McGonagall　was　hurrying　over　to　him　in　the　Great　Hall。　Lots　of　people　were　watching。
　　　〃Potter；　the　champions　have　to　e　down　onto　the　grounds　now。。。　You　have　to　get　ready　for　your　first　task。〃
　　　〃Okay；〃　said　Harry；　standing　up；　his　fork　falling　onto　his　plate　with　a　clatter。
　　　〃Good　luck；　Harry；〃　Hermione　whispered。　〃You'll　be　fine！〃
　　　〃Yeah；〃　said　Harry　in　a　voice　that　was　most　unlike　his　own。
　　　He　heft　the　Great　Hall　with　Professor　McGonagall。　She　didn't　seem　herself　either；　in　fact；　she　looked　nearly　as　anxious　as　Hermione。　As　she　walked　him　down　the　stone　steps　and　out　into　the　cold　November　afternoon；　she　put　her　hand　on　his　shoulder。
　　　〃Now；　don't　panic；〃　she　said；　〃just　keep　a　cool　head。。。　We've　got　wizards　standing　by　to　control　the　situation　if　it　gets　out　of　hand。。。　The　main　thing　is　just　to　do　your　best；　and　nobody　will　think　any　the　worse　of　you。。。　Are　you　all　right？〃
　　　〃Yes；〃　Harry　heard　himself　say。　〃Yes；　I'm　fine。〃
　　　She　was　leading　him　toward　the　place　where　the　dragons　were；　around　the　edge　of　the　forest；　but　when　they　approached　the　clump　of　trees　behind　which　the　enclosure　would　be　clearly　visible；　Harry　saw　that　a　tent　had　been　erected；　its　entrance　facing　them；　screening　the　dragons　from　view。
　　　〃You're　to　go　in　here　with　the　other　champions；〃　said　Professor　McGonagall；　in　a　rather　shaky　sort　of　voice；　〃and　wait　for　your　turn；　Potter。　Mr。　Bagman　is　in　there。。。　he'll　be　telling　you　the…the　procedure。。。　Good　luck。〃
　　　〃Thanks；〃　said　Harry；　in　a　flat；　distant　voice。　She　left　him　at　the　entrance　of　the　tent。　Harry　went　inside。
　　　Fleur　Delacour　was　sitting　in　a　corner　on　a　how　wooden　stool。　She　didn't　look　nearly　as　posed　as　usual；　but　rather　pale　and　clammy。　Viktor　Krum　looked　even　surlier　than　usual；　which　Harry　supposed　was　his　way　of　showing　nerves。　Cedric　was　pacing　up　and　down。　When　Harry　entered；　Cedric　gave　him　a　small　smile；　which　Harry　returned；　feeling　the　muscles　in　his　face　working　rather　hard；　as　though　they　had　forgotten　how　to　do　it。
　　　〃Harry！　Good…o！〃　said　Bagman　happily；　looking　around　at　him。　〃e　in；　e　in；　make　yourself　at　home！〃
　　　Bagman　looked　somehow　like　a　slightly　overblown　cartoon　figure；　standing　amid　all　the　pale…faced　champions。　He　was　wearing　his　old　Wasp　robes　again。
　　　〃Well；　now　we're　all　here…time　to　fill　you　in！〃　said　Bagman　brightly。　〃When　the　audience　has　assembled；　I'm　going　to　be　offering　each　of　you　this　bag〃…he　held　up　a　small　sack　of　purple　silk　and　shook　it　at　them…〃from　which　you　will　each　select　a　small　model　of　the　thing　you　are　about　to　face！　There　are　different…er…varieties；　you　see。　And　I　have　to　tell　you　something　else　too。。。　ah；　yes。。。　your　task　is　to　collect　the　golden　egg！〃
　　　Harry　glanced　around。　Cedric　had　nodded　once；　to　show　that　he　understood　Bagman's　words；　and　then　started　pacing　around　the　tent　again；　he　looked　slightly　green。　Fleur　Delacour　and　Krum　hadn't　reacted　at　all。　Perhaps　they　thought　they　might　be　sick　if　they　opened　their　mouths；　that　was　certainly　how　Harry　felt。　But　they；　at　least；　had　volunteered　for　this。。
　　　And　in　no　time　at　all；　hundreds　upon　hundreds　of　pairs　of　feet　could　be　heard　passing　the　tent；　their　owners　talking　excitedly；　laughing；　joking。。。　Harry　felt　as　separate　from　the　crowd　as　though　they　were　a　different　species。　And　then…it　seemed　like　about　a　second　later　to　Harry…Bagman　was　opening　the　neck　of　the　purple　silk　sack。
　　　〃Ladies　first；〃　he　said；　offering　it　to　Fleur　Delacour。
　　　She　put　a　shaking　hand　inside　the　bag　and　drew　out　a　tiny；　perfect　model　of　a　dragon…a　Welsh　Green。　It　had　the　number　two　around　its　neck　And　Harry　knew；　by　the　fact　that　Fleur　showed　no　sign　of　surprise；　but　rather　a　determined　resignation；　that　he　had　been　right：　Madame　Maxime　had　told　her　what　was　ing。
　　　The　same　held　true　for　Krum。　He　pulled　out　the　scarlet　Chinese　Fireball。　It　had　a　number　three　around　its　neck。　He　didn't　even　blink；　just　sat　back　down　and　stared　at　the　ground。
　　　Cedric　put　his　hand　into　the　bag；　and　out　came　the　blueish…gray　Swedish　Short…Snout；　the　number　one　tied　around　its　neck。　Knowing　what　was　left；　Harry　put　his　hand　into　the　silk　bag　and　pulled　out　the　Hungarian　Horntail；　and　the　number　four。　It　stretched　its　wings　as　he　looked　down　at　it；　and　bared　its　minuscule　fangs。
　　　〃Well；　there　you　are！〃　said　Bagman。　〃You　have　each　pulled　out　the　dragon　you　will　face；　and　the　numbers　refer　to　the　order　in　which　you　are　to　take　on　the　dragons；　do　you　see？　Now；　I'm　going　to　have　to　leave　you　in　a　moment；　because　I'm　mentating。　Mr。　Diggory；　you're　first；　just　go　out　into　the　enclosure　when　you　hear　a　whistle；　all　right？　Now。。。　Harry。。。　could　I　have　a　quick　word？　Outside？〃
　　　〃Er。。。　yes；〃　said　Harry　blankly；　and　he　got　up　and　went　out　of　the　tent　with　Bagman；　who　walked　him　a　short　distance　away；　into　the　trees；　and　then　turned　to　him　with　a　fatherly　expression　on　his　face。
　　　〃Feeling　all　right；　Harry？　Anything　I　can　get　you？〃
　　　〃What？〃　said　Harry。　〃I…no；　nothing。〃
　　　〃Got　a　plan？〃　said　Bagman；　lowering　his　voice　conspiratorially。　〃Because　I　don't　mind　sharing　a　few　pointers；　if　you'd　like　them；　you　know。　I　mean；〃　Bagman　continued；　lowering　his　voice　still　further；　〃you're　the　underdog　here；　Harry。。。　Anything　I　can　do　to　help。。。〃
　　　〃No；〃　said　Harry　so　quickly　he　knew　he　had　sounded　rude；　〃no…I…I　know　what　I'm　going　to　do；　thanks。〃
　　　〃Nobody　would　know；　Harry；〃　said　Bagman；　winking　at　him。
　　　〃No；　I'm　fine；〃　said　Harry；　wondering　why　he　kept　telling　people　this；　and　wondering　whether　he　had　ever　been　less　fine。　〃I've　got　a　plan　worked　out；　I…〃
　　　A　whistle　had　blown　somewhere。
　　　〃Good　lord；　I've　got　to　run！〃　said　Bagman　in　alarm；　and　he　hurried　off。
　　　Harry　walked　back　to　the　tent　and　saw　Cedric　emerging　from　it；　greener　than　ever。　Harry　tried　to　wish　him　luck　as　he　walked　past；　but　all　that　came　out　of　his　mouth　was　a　sort　of　hoarse　grunt。
　　　Harry　went　back　inside　to　Fleur　and　Krum。　Seconds　hater；　they　heard　the　roar　of　the　crowd；　which　meant　Cedric　had　entered　the　enclosure　and　was　now　face…to…face　with　the　living　counterpart　of　his　model。
　　　It　was　worse　than　Harry　could　ever　have　imagined；　sitting　there　and　listening。　The　crowd　screamed。。。　yelled。。。　gasped　like　a　single　many…headed　entity；　as　Cedric　did　whatever　he　was　doing　to　get　past　the　Swedish　Short…Snout。　Krum　was　still　staring　at　the　ground。　Fleur　had　now　taken　to　retracing　Cedric's　steps；　around　and　around　the　tent。　And　Bagman's　mentary　made　everything　much；　much　worse。。。　Horrible　pictures　formed　in　Harry's　mind　as　he　heard：　〃Oooh；　narrow　miss　there；　very　narrow〃。。。　〃He's　taking　risks；　this　one！〃。。。　〃Clever　move…pity　it　didn't　work！〃
　　　And　then；　after　about　fifteen　minutes；　Harry　heard　the　deafening　roar　that　could　mean　only　one　thing：　Cedric　had　gotten　past　his　dragon　and　captured　the　go