jkrowling.harrypotterandgf-第113部分

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　　　Moody　raised　his　wand；　he　opened　his　mouth；　Harry　plunged　his　own　hand　into　his　robes…
　　　〃Stupefy！〃　There　was　a　blinding　flash　of　red　light；　and　with　a　great　splintering　and　crashing；　the　door　of　Moody's　office　was　blasted　apart…
　　　Moody　was　thrown　backward　onto　the　office　floor。　Harry；　still　staring　at　the　place　where　Moody's　face　had　been；　saw　Albus　Dumbledore；　Professor　Snape；　and　Professor　McGonagall　looking　back　at　him　out　of　the　Foe…Glass。　He　looked　around　and　saw　the　three　of　them　standing　in　the　doorway；　Dumbledore　in　front；　his　wand　outstretched。
　　　At　that　moment；　Harry　fully　understood　for　the　first　time　why　people　said　Dumbledore　was　the　only　wizard　Voldemort　had　ever　feared。　The　look　upon　Dumbledore's　face　as　he　stared　down　at　the　unconscious　form　of　Mad…Eye　Moody　was　more　terrible　than　Harry　could　have　ever　imagined。　There　was　no　benign　smile　upon　Dumbledore's　face；　no　twinkle　in　the　eyes　behind　the　spectacles。　There　was　cold　fury　in　every　line　of　the　ancient　face；　a　sense　of　power　radiated　from　Dumbledore　as　though　he　were　giving　off　burning　heat。
　　　He　stepped　into　the　office；　placed　a　foot　underneath　Moodys　unconscious　body；　and　kicked　him　over　onto　his　back；　so　that　his　face　was　visible。　Snape　followed　him；　looking　into　the　Foe…Glass；　where　his　own　face　was　still　visible；　glaring　into　the　room。　Professor　McGonagall　went　straight　to　Harry。
　　　〃e　along；　Potter；〃　she　whispered。　The　thin　line　of　her　mouth　was　twitching　as　though　she　was　about　to　cry。　〃e　along。。。　hospital　wing　。。。〃
　　　〃No；〃　said　Dumbledore　sharply。
　　　〃Dumbledore；　he　ought　to…look　at　him…he's　been　through　enough　tonight…〃
　　　〃He　will　stay；　Minerva；　because　he　needs　to　understand；〃　said　Dumbledore　curtly。　〃Understanding　is　the　first　step　to　acceptance；　and　only　with　acceptance　can　there　be　recovery。　He　needs　to　know　who　has　put　him　through　the　ordeal　he　has　suffered　tonight；　and　why；〃
　　　〃Moody；〃　Harry　said。　He　was　still　in　a　state　of　plete　disbelief。　〃How　can　it　have　been　Moody？〃
　　　〃This　is　not　Alastor　Moody；〃　said　Dumbledore　quietly。　〃You　have　never　known　Alastor　Moody。　The　real　Moody　would　not　have　removed　you　from　my　sight　after　what　happened　tonight。　The　moment　he　took　you；　I　knew…and　I　followed。〃
　　　Dumbledore　bent　down　over　Moody's　limp　form　and　put　a　hand　inside　his　robes。　He　pulled　out　Moody's　hip　flask　and　a　set　of　keys　on　a　ring。　Then　he　turned　to　Professors　McGonagall　and　Snape。
　　　〃Severus；　please　fetch　me　the　strongest　Truth　Potion　you　possess；　and　then　go　down　to　the　kitchens　and　bring　up　the　house…elf　called　Winky。　Minerva；　kindly　go　down　to　Hagrid's　house；　where　you　will　find　a　large　black　dog　sitting　in　the　pumpkin　patch。　Take　the　dog　up　to　my　office；　tell　him　I　will　be　with　him　shortly；　then　e　back　here。〃
　　　If　either　Snape　or　McGonagall　found　these　instructions　peculiar；　they　hid　their　confusion。　Both　turned　at　once　and　left　the　office。　Dumbledore　walked　over　to　the　trunk　with　seven　locks；　fitted　the　first　key　in　the　lock；　and　opened　it。　It　contained　a　mass　of　spell…books。　Dumbledore　closed　the　trunk；　placed　a　second　key　in　the　second　lock；　and　opened　the　trunk　again。　The　spellbooks　had　vanished；　this　time　it　contained　an　assortment　of　broken　Sneako…scopes；　some　parchment　and　quills；　and　what　looked　like　a　silvery　Invisibility　Cloak。　Harry　watched；　astounded；　as　Dumbledore　placed　the　third；　fourth；　fifth；　and　sixth　keys　in　their　respective　locks；　reopening　the　trunk　each　time；　and　revealing　different　contents　each　time。　Then　he　placed　the　seventh　key　in　the　lock；　threw　open　the　lid；　and　Harry　let　out　a　cry　of　amazement。
　　　He　was　looking　down　into　a　kind　of　pit；　an　underground　room；　and　lying　on　the　floor　some　ten　feet　below；　apparently　fast　asleep；　thin　and　starved　in　appearance；　was　the　real　Mad…Eye　Moody。　His　wooden　leg　was　gone；　the　socket　that　should　have　held　the　magical　eye　looked　empty　beneath　its　lid；　and　chunks　of　his　grizzled　hair　were　missing。　Harry　stared；　thunderstruck；　between　the　sleeping　Moody　in　the　trunk　and　the　unconscious　Moody　lying　on　the　floor　of　the　office。
　　　Dumbledore　climbed　into　the　trunk；　lowered　himself；　and　fell　lightly　onto　the　floor　beside　the　sleeping　Moody。　He　bent　over　him。
　　　〃Stunned…controlled　by　the　Imperius　Curse…very　weak；〃　he　said。　〃Of　course；　they　would　have　needed　to　keep　him　alive。　Harry；　throw　down　the　imposter's　cloak…he's　freezing。　Madam　Pomfrey　will　need　to　see　him；　but　he　seems　in　no　immediate　danger。〃
　　　Harry　did　as　he　was　told；　Dumbledore　covered　Moody　in　the　cloak；　tucked　it　around　him；　and　clambered　out　of　the　trunk　again。　Then　he　picked　up　the　hip　flask　that　stood　upon　the　desk；　unscrewed　it；　and　turned　it　over。　A　thick　glutinous　liquid　splattered　onto　the　office　floor。
　　　〃Polyjuice　Potion；　Harry；〃　said　Dumbledore。　〃You　see　the　simplicity　of　it；　and　the　brilliance。　For　Moody　never　does　drink　except　from　his　hip　flask；　he's　well　known　for　it。　The　imposter　needed；　of　course；　to　keep　the　real　Moody　close　by；　so　that　he　could　continue　making　the　potion。　You　see　his　hair　。。。〃　Dumbledore　looked　down　on　the　Moody　in　the　trunk。　〃The　imposter　has　been　cutting　it　off　all　year；　see　where　it　is　uneven？　But　I　think；　in　the　excitement　of　tonight；　our　fake　Moody　might　have　forgotten　to　take　it　as　frequendy　as　he　should　have　done　。。。on　the　hour。。。　every　hour。。。　We　shall　see。〃
　　　Dumbledore　pulled　out　the　chair　at　the　desk　and　sat　down　upon　it；　his　eyes　fixed　upon　the　unconscious　Moody　on　the　floor。　Harry　stared　at　him　too。　Minutes　passed　in　silence。。。
　　　Then；　before　Harry's　very　eyes；　the　face　of　the　man　on　the　floor　began　to　change。　The　scars　were　disappearing；　the　skin　was　being　smooth；　the　mangled　nose　became　whole　and　started　to　shrink。　The　long　mane　of　grizzled　gray　hair　was　withdrawing　into　the　scalp　and　turning　the　color　of　straw。　Suddenly；　with　a　loud　clunk；　the　wooden　leg　fell　away　as　a　normal　leg　regrew　in　its　place；　next　moment；　the　magical　eyeball　had　popped　out　of　the　man's　face　as　a　real　eye　replaced　it；　it　rolled　away　across　the　floor　and　continued　to　swivel　in　every　direction。
　　　Harry　saw　a　man　lying　before　him；　pale…skinned；　slightly　freckled；　with　a　mop　of　fair　hair。　He　knew　who　he　was。　He　had　seen　him　in　Dumbledore's　Pensieve；　had　watched　him　being　led　away　from　court　by　the　dementors；　trying　to　convince　Mr。　Crouch　that　he　was　innocent。。。　but　he　was　lined　around　the　eyes　now　and　looked　much　older。。。
　　　There　were　hurried　footsteps　outside　in　the　corridor。　Snape　had　returned　with　Winky　at　his　heels。　Professor　McGonagall　was　right　behind　them。
　　　〃Crouch！〃　Snape　said；　stopping　dead　in　the　doorway。　〃Barty　Crouch！〃
　　　〃Good　heavens；〃　said　Professor　McGonagall；　stopping　dead　and　staring　down　at　the　man　on　the　floor。
　　　Filthy；　disheveled；　Winky　peered　around　Snape's　legs。　Her　mouth　opened　wide　and　she　let　out　a　piercing　shriek。
　　　〃Master　Barty；　Master　Barty；　what　is　you　doing　here？〃
　　　She　flung　herself　forward　onto　the　young　man's　chest。
　　　〃You　is　killed　him！　You　is　killed　him！　You　is　killed　Master's　son！〃
　　　〃He　is　simply　Stunned；　Winky；〃　said　Dumbledore。　〃Step　aside；　please。　Severus；　you　have　the　potion？〃
　　　Snape　handed　Dumbledore　a　small　glass　bottle　of　pletely　clear　liquid：　the　Veritaserum　with　which　he　had　threatened　Harry　in　class。　Dumbledore　got　up；　bent　over　the　man　on　the　floor；　and　pulled　him　into　a　sitting　position　against　the　wall　beneath　the　Foe…Glass；　in　which　the　reflections　of　Dumbledore；　Snape；　and　McGonagall　were　still　glaring　down　upon　them　all。　Winky　remained　on　her　knees；　trembling；　her　hands　over　her　face。　Dumbledore　forced　the　mans　mouth　open　and　poured　three　drops　inside　it。　Then　he　pointed　his　wand　at　the　mans　chest　and　said；　〃Ennervate。〃
　　　Crouch's　son　opened　his　eyes。　His　face　was　slack；　his　gaze　unfocused。　Dumbledore　knelt　before　him；　so　that　their　faces　were　level。
　　　〃Can　you　hear　me？〃　Dumbledore　asked　quietly。
　　　The　man's　eyelids　flickered。
　　　〃Yes；〃　he　muttered。
　　　〃I　would　like　you　to　tell　us；〃　said　Dumbledore　softly；　〃how　you　came　to　be　here。　How　did　you　escape　from　Azkaban？〃
　　　Crouch　took　a　deep；　shuddering　breath；　then　began　to　speak　in　a　flat；　expressionless　voice。
　　　〃My　mother　saved　me。　She　knew　she　was　dying。　She　persuaded　my　father　to　rescue　me　as　a　last　favor　to　her。　He　loved　her　as　he　had　never　loved　me。　He　agreed。　They　came　to　visit　me。　They　gave　me　a　draft　of　Polyjuice　Potion　containing　one　of　my　mother's　hairs。　She　took　a　draft　of　Polyjuice　Potion　containing　one　of　my　hairs。　We　took　on　each　other's　appearance。〃
　　　Winky　was　shaking　her　head；　trembling。
　　　〃Say　no　more。　Master　Barty；　say　no　more；　you　is　getting　your　father　into　trouble！〃
　　　But　Crouch　took　another　deep　breath　and　continued　in　the　same　flat　voice。
　　　〃The　dementors　are　blind。　They　sensed　one　healthy；　one　dying　person　entering　Azkaban。　They　sensed　one　healthy；　one　dying　person　leaving　it。　My　father　smuggled　me　out；　disguised　as　my　mother；　in　case　any　prisoners　were　watching　through　their　doors。
　　　〃My　mother　died　a　short　while　afterward　in　Azkaban。　She　was　careful　to　drink　Polyjuice　Potion　until　the　end。　She　was　buried　under　my　name　and　bearing　my　appearance。　Everyone　believed　her　to　be　me。〃
　　　The　man's　eyelids　flickered。
　　　〃And　what　did　your　father　do　with　you；　when　he　had　got　you　home？〃　said　Dumbledore　qu