3.harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban-第38部分

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　　〃Lily；　take　Harry　and　go！　It's　him！　Go！　Run！　I'll　hold　him　off　〃
　　The　sounds　of　someone　stumbling　ftom　a　room　　a　door　bursting　open　　a　cackle　of　high…　pitched　laughter　
　　〃Harry！　Harry。。。　wake　up。。。。〃
　　Lupin　was　tapping　Harry　hard　on　the　face。　This　time　it　was　a　minute　before　Harry　understood　why　he　was　lying　on　a　dusty　classroom　floor。
　　〃I　heard　my　dad；〃　Harry　mumbled。　〃That's　the　first　time　I've　ever　heard　him　　he　tried　to　take　on　Voldemort　himself；　to　give　my　mum　time　to　run　for　it。。。。〃
　　Harry　suddenly　realized　that　there　were　tears　on　his　face　mingling　with　the　sweat。　He　bent　his　face　as　low　as　possible；　wiping　them　off　on　his　robes；　pretending　to　do　up　his　shoelace；　so　that　Lupin　wouldn't　see。
　　〃You　heard　James？〃　said　Lupin　in　a　strange　voice。
　　〃Yeah。。。〃　Face　dry；　Harry　looked　up。　〃Why　　you　didn't　know　my　dad；　did　you？〃
　　〃I　　I　did；　as　a　matter　of　fact；〃　said　Lupin。　〃We　were　friends　at　Hogwarts。　Listen；　Harry　　perhaps　we　should　leave　it　here　for　tonight。　This　charm　is　ridiculously　advanced。。。。　I　shouln't　have　suggested　putting　you　through　this。。。。〃
　　〃No！〃　said　Harry。　He　got　up　again。　〃I'll　have　one　more　go！　I'm　not　thinking　of　happy　enough　things；　that's　what　it　is。。。。　Hang　on。。。。〃
　　He　racked　his　brains。　A　really；　really　happy　memory。。。　one　that　he　could　turn　into　a　good；　strong　Patronus。。。
　　The　moment　when　he'd　first　found　out　he　was　a　wizard；　and　would　be　leaving　the　Dursleys　for　Hogwarts！　If　that　wasn't　a　happy　memory；　he　didn't　know　what　was。。。。　Concentrating　very　hard　on　how　he　had　felt　when　he'd　realized　he'd　be　leaving　Privet　Drive；　Harry　got　to　his　feet　and　faced　the　packing　case　once　more。
　　〃Ready？〃　said　Lupin；　who　looked　as　though　he　were　doing　this　against　his　better　judgment。　〃Concentrating　hard？　All　right　　go！〃
　　He　pulled　off　the　lid　of　the　case　for　the　third　time；　and　the　dementor　rose　out　of　it；　the　room　fell　cold　and　dark
　　'EXPECTO　PATRONUM！〃　Harry　bellowed。　〃EXPECTO　PATRONUM！　EXPECTO　PATRONUM！　〃
　　The　screaming　inside　Harry's　head　had　started　again　　except　this　time；　it　sounded　as　though　it　were　ing　from　a　badly　tuned　radio　　softer　and　louder　and　softer　again　　and　he　could　still　see　the　dementor　　it　had　halted　　and　then　a　huge；　silver　shadow　came　bursting　out　of　the　end　of　Harry's　wand；　to　hover　between　him　and　the　dementor；　and　though　Harry's　legs　felt　like　water；　he　was　still　on　his　feet　　though　for　how　much　longer；　he　wasn't　sure　
　　〃Riddikulus！〃　roared　Lupin；　springing　forward。
　　There　was　a　loud　crack；　and　Harry's　cloudy　Patronus　vanished　along　with　the　dementor；　he　sank　into　a　chair；　feeling　as　exhausted　as　if　he'd　just　run　a　mile；　and　felt　his　legs　shaking。　Out　of　the　corner　of　his　eye；　he　saw　Professor　Lupin　forcing　the　boggart　back　into　the　packing　case　with　his　wand；　it　had　turned　into　a　silvery　orb　again。
　　〃Excellent！〃　Lupin　said；　striding　over　to　where　Harry　sat。　〃Excellent；　Harry！　That　was　definitely　a　start！〃
　　〃Can　we　have　another　go？　Just　one　more　go？〃
　　〃Not　now；〃　said　Lupin　firmly。　〃You've　had　enough　for　one　night。　Here　〃
　　He　handed　Harry　a　large　bar　of　Honeydukes'　best　chocolate。
　　〃Eat　the　lot；　or　Madam　Pomfrey　will　be　after　my　blood。　Same　time　next　week？〃
　　〃Okay；〃　said　Harry。　He　took　a　bite　of　the　chocolate　and　watched　Lupin　extinguishing　the　lamps　that　had　rekindled　with　the　disappearance　of　the　dementor。　A　thought　had　just　occurred　to　him。
　　〃Professor　Lupin？〃　he　said。　〃If　you　knew　my　dad；　you　must've　known　Sirius　Black　as　well。〃
　　Lupin　turned　very　quickly。
　　〃What　gives　you　that　idea？〃　he　said　sharply。
　　〃Nothing　　I　mean；　I　just　knew　they　were　friends　at　Hogwarts　too。。。。〃
　　Lupin's　face　relaxed。
　　〃Yes；　I　knew　him；〃　he　said　shortly。　〃Or　I　thought　I　did。　You'd　better　be　off；　Harry；　it's　getting　late。〃
　　Harry　left　the　classroom；　walking　along　the　corridor　and　around　a　corner；　then　took　a　detour　behind　a　suit　of　armor　and　sank　down　on　its　plinth　to　finish　his　chocolate；　wishing　he　hadn't　mentioned　Black；　as　Lupin　was　obviously　not　keen　on　the　subject。　Then　Harry's　thoughts　wandered　back　to　his　mother　and　father。。。
　　He　felt　drained　and　strangely　empty；　even　though　he　was　so　full　of　chocolate。　Terrible　though　it　was　to　hear　his　parents'　last　moments　replayed　inside　his　head；　these　were　the　only　times　Harry　had　heard　their　voices　since　he　was　a　very　small　child。　But　he'd　never　be　able　to　produce　a　proper　Patronus　if　he　half　wanted　to　hear　his　parents　again。。。。
　　〃They're　dead；〃　he　told　himself　sternly。　〃They're　dead　and　listening　to　echoes　of　them　won't　bring　them　back。　You'd　better　get　a　grip　on　yourself　if　you　want　that　Quidditch　Cup。〃
　　He　stood　up；　crammed　the　last　bit　of　chocolate　into　his　mouth；　and　headed　back　to　Gryffindor　Tower。
　　Ravenclaw　played　Slytherin　a　week　after　the　start　of　term。　Slytherin　won；　though　narrowly。　According　to　Wood；　this　was　good　news　for　Gryffindor；　who　would　take　second　place　if　they　beat　Ravenclaw　too。　He　therefore　increased　the　number　of　team　practices　to　five　a　leek。　This　meant　that　with　Lupin's　anti…dementor　classes；　which　in　themselves　were　more　draining　than　six　Quidditch　practices；　Harry　had　just　one　night　a　week　to　do　all　his　homework。　Even　so；　he　was　showing　the　strain　nearly　as　much　as　Hermione；　whose　immense　workload　finally　seemed　to　be　getting　to　her。　Every　night；　without　fail；　Hermione　was　to　be　seen　in　a　corner　of　the　mon　room；　several　tables　spread　with　books；　Arithmancy　charts；　rune　dictionaries；　diagrams　of　Muggles　lifting　heavy　objects；　and　file　upon　file　of　extensive　notes；　she　barely　spoke　to　anybody　and　snapped　when　she　was　interrupted。
　　〃How's　she　doing　it？〃　Ron　muttered　to　Harry　one　evening　as　Harry　sat　finishing　a　nasty　essay　on　Undetectable　Poisons　for　Snape。　Harry　looked　up。　Hermione　was　barely　visible　behind　a　tottering　pile　of　books。
　　〃Doing　what？〃
　　〃Getting　to　all　her　classes！〃　Ron　said。　〃I　heard　her　talking　to　Professor　Vector；　that　Arithmancy　witch；　this　morning。　They　were　going　on　about　yesterday's　lesson；　but　Hermione　can't　've　been　there；　because　she　was　with　us　in　Care　of　Magical　Creatures！　And　Ernie　McMillan　told　me　she's　never　missed　a　Muggle　Studies　class；　but　half　of　them　are　at　the　same　time　as　Divination；　and　she's　never　missed　one　of　them　either！〃
　　Harry　didn't　have　time　to　fathom　the　mystery　of　Hermione's　impossible　schedule　at　the　moment；　he　really　needed　to　get　on　with　Snape's　essay。　Two　seconds　later；　however；　he　was　interrupted　again；　this　time　by　Wood。
　　〃Bad　news；　Harry。　I've　just　been　to　see　Professor　McGonagall　about　the　Firebolt。　She　　er　　got　a　bit　shirty　with　me。　Told　m'　I'd　got　my　priorities　wrong。　Seemed　to　think　I　cared　more　about　winning　the　Cup　than　I　do　about　you　staying　alive。　Just　because　I　told　her　I　didn't　care　if　it　threw　you　off；　as　long　as　you　caught　the　Snitch　first。〃　Wood　shook　his　head　in　disbelief。　〃Honestly；　the　way　she　was　yelling　at　me。。。　you'd　think　I'd　said　something　terrible。。。　then　I　asked　her　how　much　longer　she　was　going　to　keep　it。　He　screwed　up　his　face　and　imitated　Professor　McGonagall's　severe　voice。　'As　long　as　necessary；　Wood'。。。　I　reckon　it's　time　you　ordered　a　new　broom；　Harry。　There's　an　order　form　at　the　back　of　Which　Broomstick。。。　you　could　get　a　Nimbus　Two　Thousand　and　One；　like　Malfoy's　got。〃
　　〃I'm　not　buying　anything　Malfoy　thinks　is　good；〃　said　Harry　flatly。
　　January　faded　imperceptibly　into　February；　with　no　change　in　the　bitterly　cold　weather。　The　match　against　Ravenclaw　was　drawing　nearer　and　nearer；　but　Harry　still　hadn't　ordered　a　new　broom。　He　was　now　asking　Professor　McGonagall　for　news　of　the　Firebolt　after　every　Transfiguration　lesson；　Ron　standing　hopefully　at　his　shoulder；　Hermione　rushing　past　with　her　face　averted。
　　〃No；　Potter；　you　can't　have　it　back　yet；〃　Professor　McGonagall　told　him　the　twelfth　time　this　happened；　before　he'd　even　opened　his　mouth。　〃We've　checked　for　most　of　the　usual　curses；　but　Professor　Flitwick　believes　the　broom　might　be　carrying　a　Hurling　Hex。　I　shall　tell　you　once　we've　finished　checking　it。　Now；　please　stop　badgering　me。〃
　　To　make　matters　even　worse；　Harry's　anti…dementor　lessons　were　not　going　nearly　as　well　as　he　had　hoped。　Several　sessions　on；　he　was　able　to　produce　an　indistinct；　silvery　shadow　every　time　the　boggart…dementor　approached　him；　but　his　Patronus　was　too　feeble　to　drive　the　dementor　away。　All　it　did　was　hover；　like　a　semitransparent　cloud；　draining　Harry　of　energy　as　he　fought　to　keep　it　there。　Harry　felt　angry　with　himself；　guilty　about　his　secret　desire　to　hear　his　parents'　voices　again。
　　〃You're　expecting　too　much　of　yourself；〃　said　Professor　Lupin；　sternly　in　their　fourth　week　of　practice。　〃For　a　thirteen…year…old　wizard；　even　an　indistinct　Patronus　is　a　huge　achievement。　You　aren't　passing　out　anymore；　are　you？〃
　　I　thought　a　Patronus　would　　charge　the　dementors　down　or　something；〃　said　Harry　dispiritedly。　〃Make　them　disappear　〃
　　〃The　true　Patronus　does　do　that；〃　said　Lupin。　〃But　you've　achieved　a　great　deal　in　a　very　short　space　of　time。　If　the　dementors　put　in　an　appearance　at　your　next　Quidditch　match；　You　will　be　able　to　keep　them　at　bay　long　enough　to　get　back　to　the　ground。〃
　　〃You　said　it's　harder　if　there　are　loads　of　them；〃　s