3.harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban-第15部分

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　　There　was　some　scattered；　rather　unenthusiastic　applause。　Only　those　who　had　been　in　the　partment　on　the　train　with　Professor　Lupin　clapped　hard；　Harry　among　them。　Professor　Lupin　looked　particularly　shabby　next　to　all　the　other　teachers　in　their　best　robes。
　　〃Look　at　Snape！〃　Ron　hissed　in　Harry's　ear。
　　Professor　Snape；　the　Potions　master；　was　staring　along　the　staff　table　at　Professor　Lupin。　It　was　mon　knowledge　that　Snape　；anted　the　Defense　Against　the　Dark　Arts　job；　but　even　Harry；　who　hated　Snape；　was　startled　at　the　expression　twisting　his　thin；　sallow　face。　it　was　beyond　anger：　it　was　loathing。　Harry　knew　that　expression　only　too　well；　it　was　the　look　Snape　wore　every　time　he　set　eyes　on　Harry。
　　〃As　to　our　second　new　appointment；〃　Dumbledore　continued　as　the　lukewarm　applause　for　Professor　Lupin　died　away。　〃Well；　I　am　sorry　to　tell　you　that　Professor　Kettleburn；　our　Care　of　Magical　Creatures　teacher；　retired　at　the　end　of　last　year　in　order　to　enjoy　more　time　with　his　remaining　limbs。　However；　I　am　delighted　to　say　that　his　place　will　be　filled　by　none　other　than　Rubeus　Hagrid；　who　has　agreed　to　take　on　this　teaching　job　in　addition　to　his　gamekeeping　duties。〃
　　Harry；　Ron；　and　Hermione　stared　at　one　another；　stunned。　Then　they　joined　in　with　the　applause；　which　was　tumultuous　at　the　Gryffindor　table　in　particular。　Harry　leaned　forward　to　see　Hagrid；　who　was　ruby…red　in　the　face　and　staring　down　at　his　enormous　hands；　his　wide　grin　hidden　in　the　tangle　of　his　black　beard。
　　〃We　should've　known！〃　Ron　roared；　pounding　the　table。　〃Who　else　would　have　assigned　us　a　biting　book？〃
　　Harry；　Ron；　and　Hermione　were　the　last　to　stop　clapping；　and　as　Professor　Dumbledore　started　speaking　again；　they　saw　that　Hagrid　was　wiping　his　eyes　on　the　tablecloth。
　　〃Well；　I　think　that's　everything　of　importance；〃　said　Dumbledore。　〃Let　the　feast　begin！〃
　　The　golden　plates　and　goblets　before　them　filled　suddenly　with　food　and　drink。　Harry；　suddenly　ravenous；　helped　himself　to　everything　he　could　reach　and　began　to　eat。
　　It　was　a　delicious　feast；　the　hall　echoed　with　talk；　laughter；　and　the　clatter　of　knives　and　forks。　Harry；　Ron；　and　Hermione；　however；　were　eager　for　it　to　finish　so　that　they　could　talk　to　Hagrid。　They　knew　how　much　being　made　a　teacher　would　mean　to　him。　Hagrid　wasn't　a　fully　qualified　wizard；　he　had　been　expelled　from　Hogwarts　in　his　third　year　for　a　crime　he　had　not　mitted。　It　had　been　Harry；　Ron；　and　Hermione　who　had　cleared　Hagrid's　name　last　year。
　　At　long　last；　when　the　last　morsels　of　pumpkin　tart　had　melted　from　the　golden　platters；　Dumbledore　gave　the　word　that　it　was　time　for　them　all　to　go　to　bed；　and　they　got　their　chance。
　　〃Congratulations；　Hagrid！〃　Hermione　squealed　as　they　reached　the　teachers'　table。
　　〃All　down　ter　you　three；〃　said　Hagrid；　wiping　his　shining　face　on　his　napkin　as　he　looked　up　at　them。；　〃Can'　believe　it。。。　great　man；　Dumbledore。。。　came　straight　down　to　me　hut　after　Professor　Kettleburn　said　he'd　had　enough。。。。　It's　what　I　always　wanted。　〃
　　Overe　with　emotion；　he　buried　his　face　in　his　napkin；　and　Professor　McGonagall　shooed　them　away。
　　Harry；　Ron；　and　Hermione　joined　the　Gryffindors　streaming　up　the　marble　staircase　and；　very　tired　now；　along　more　corridors；　UP　more　and　more　stairs；　to　the　hidden　entrance　to　Gryffindor　Tower's　large　portrait　of　a　fat　lady　in　a　pink　dress　asked　them；　〃Password？〃
　　〃ing　through；　ing　through！〃　Percy　called　from　behind　the　crowd。　〃The　new　password's　'Fortuna　Major'！〃
　　〃Oh　no；〃　said　Neville　Longbottom　sadly。　He　always　had　trouble　remembering　the　passwords。
　　Through　the　portrait　hole　and　across　the　mon　room；　the　girls　and　boys　divided　toward　their　separate　staircases。　Harry　climbed　the　spiral　stair　with　no　thought　in　his　head　except　how　glad　he　was　to　be　back。　They　reached　their　familiar；　circular　dormitory　with　its　five　four…poster　beds；　and　Harry；　looking　around；　felt　he　was　home　at　last。
　　CHAPTER　SIX
　　TALONS　AND　TEA　LEAVES
　　When　Harry；　Ron；　and　Hermione　entered　the　Great　Hall　for　breakfast　the　next　day；　the　first　thing　they　saw　was　Draco　Malfoy；　who　seemed　to　be　entertaining　a　large　group　of　Slytherins　with　a　very　funny　story。　As　they　passed；　Malfoy　did　a　ridiculous　impression　of　a　swooning　fit　and　there　was　a　roar　of　laughter。
　　〃Ignore　him；〃　said　Hermione；　who　was　right　behind　Harry。　〃Just　ignore　him；　it's　not　worth　it。。。。〃
　　〃Hey；　Potter！〃　shrieked　Pansy　Parkinson；　a　Slytherin　girl　with　a　face　like　a　pug。　〃Potter！　The　dementors　are　ing；　Potter！　Woooooooooo！〃
　　Harry　dropped　into　a　seat　at　the　Gryffindor　table；　next　to　George　Weasley。
　　〃New　third…year　course　schedules；〃　said　George；　passing　then；　over。　〃What's　up　with　you；　Harry？〃
　　〃Malfoy；〃　said　Ron；　sitting　down　on　George's　other　side　and　glaring　over　at　the　Slytherin　table。
　　George　looked　up　in　time　to　see　Malfoy　pretending　to　faint　with　terror　again。
　　〃That　little　git；〃　he　said　calmly。　〃He　wasn't　so　cocky　last　night　when　the　dementors　were　down　at　our　end　of　the　train。　Came　runing　into　our　partment；　didn't　he；　Fred？〃
　　〃Nearly　wet　himself；〃　said　Fred；　with　a　contemptuous　glance　at　Malfoy。
　　〃I　wasn't　too　happy　myself；〃　said　George。　〃They're　horrible　things；　those　dementors。。。。〃
　　〃Sort　of　freeze　your　insides；　don't　they？〃　said　Fred。
　　〃You　didn't　pass　out；　though；　did　you？〃　said　Harry　in　a　low　voice。
　　〃Forget　it；　Harry；〃　said　George　bracingly。　〃Dad　had　to　go　out　to　Azkaban　one　time；　remember；　Fred？　And　he　said　it　was　the　worst　place　he'd　ever　been；　he　came　back　all　weak　and　shaking。。。。　They　suck　the　happiness　out　of　a　place；　dementors。　Most　of　the　prisoners　go　mad　in　there。〃
　　〃Anyway；　we'll　see　how　happy　Malfoy　looks　after　our　first　Quidditch　match；〃　said　Fred。　〃Gryffindor　versus　Slytherin；　first　game　of　the　season；　remember？〃
　　The　only　time　Harry　and　Malfoy　had　faced　each　other　in　a　Quidditch　match；　Malfoy　had　definitely　e　off　worse。　Feeling　slightly　more　cheerful；　Harry　helped　himself　to　sausages　and　fried　tomatoes。
　　Hermione　was　examining　her　new　schedule。
　　〃　Ooh；　good；　we're　starting　some　new　subjects　today；〃　she　said　happily。　villains　are　these；　that　trespass　upon　my　private　lands！　e　I。　scorn　at　my　fall；　perchance？　Draw；　you　knaves；　you　dogs！〃
　　They　watched　in　astonishment　as　the　little　knight　tugged　his　sword　out　of　its　scabbard　and　began　brandishing　it　violently；　hopping　up　and　down　in　rage。　But　the　sword　was　too　long　for　him；　a　particularly　wild　swing　made　him　overbalance；　and　he　landed　facedown　in　the　grass。
　　〃Are　you　all　right？〃　said　Harry；　moving　closer　to　the　picture。
　　〃Get　back；　you　scurvy　braggart！　Back；　you　rogue！〃
　　The　knight　seized　his　sword　again　and　used　it　to　push　himself　back　up；　but　the　blade　sank　deeply　into　the　grass　and；　though　he　pulled　with　all　his　might；　he　couldn't　get　it　out　again。　Finally；　he　had　to　flop　back　down　onto　the　grass　and　push　up　his　visor　to　mop　his　sweating　face。
　　〃Listen；〃　said　Harry；　taking　advantage　of　the　knight's　exhaustion；　〃we're　looking　for　the　North　Tower。　You　don't　know　the　way；　do　you？〃
　　〃A　quest！〃　The　knight's　rage　seemed　to　vanish　instantly。　He　clanked　to　his　feet　and　shouted；　〃e　follow　me；　dear　friends；　and　we　shall　find　our　goal；　or　else　shall　perish　bravely　in　the　charge！〃
　　He　gave　the　sword　another　fruitless　tug；　tried　and　failed　to　mount　the　fat　pony；　gave　up；　and　cried；　〃On　foot　then；　good　sirs　and　gentle　lady！　On！　On！〃
　　And　he　ran；　clanking　loudly；　into　the　left　side　of　the　frame　and　out　of　sight。
　　They　hurried　after　him　along　the　corridor；　following　the　sound　of　his　armor。　Every　now　and　then　they　spotted　him　running　through　a　picture　ahead。
　　〃Be　of　stout　heart；　the　worst　is　yet　to　e！〃　yelled　the　knight；　and　they　saw　him　reappear　in　front　of　an　alarmed　group　of　women　in　crinolines；　whose　picture　hung　on　the　wall　of　a　narrow　spiral　staircase。
　　Puffing　loudly；　Harry；　Ron；　and　Hermione　climbed　the　tightly　spiraling　steps；　getting　dizzier　and　dizzier；　until　at　last　they　heard　the　murmur　of　voices　above　them　and　knew　they　had　reached　the　classroom。
　　〃Farewell！〃　cried　the　knight；　popping　his　head　into　a　painting　of　some　sinister…looking　monks。　〃Farewell；　my　rades…in…arms！　If　ever　you　have　need　of　noble　heart　and　steely　sinew；　call　upon　Sir　Cadogan！〃
　　〃Yeah；　we'll　call　you；〃　muttered　Ron　as　the　knight　disappeared；　〃if　we　ever　need　someone　mental。〃
　　They　climbed　the　last　few　steps　and　emerged　onto　a　tiny　landing；　where　most　of　the　class　was　already　assembled。　There　were　no　doors　off　this　landing；　but　Ron　nudged　Harry　and　pointed　at　the　ceiling；　where　there　was　a　circular　trapdoor　with　a　brass　plaque　on　it。
　　〃'Sibyll　Trelawney；　Divination　teacher；〃'　Harry　read。　〃How're　we　supposed　to　get　up　there？〃
　　As　though　in　answer　to　his　question；　the　trapdoor　suddenly　opened；　and　a　silvery　ladder　descended　right　at　Harry's　feet。　Everyone　got　quiet。
　　〃After　you；〃　said　Ron；　grinning；　so　Harry　climbed　the　ladder　first。
　　He　emerged　into　the　strangest…looking　classroom　he　had　ever　seen。　In　fact；　it　didn't　look　like　a　classroom　at　all；　more　like　a　cross　between　someone's　attic　and　an　old…fashioned　tea　shop。　At　leasttwenty　small；　circular　tables　were　crammed　inside　it；　all　surrou