jkrowling.harrypotterandgf-第52节

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arry　asked　what　was　curious　had　Mr。　Olhivander　explained　that　the　phoenix　feather　in　Harry's　wand　had　e　from　the　same　bird　that　had　supplied　the　core　of　Lord　Voldemort's。
　　　Harry　had　never　shared　this　piece　of　information　with　anybody。　He　was　very　fond　of　his　wand；　and　as　far　as　he　was　concerned　its　relation　to　Voldemort's　wand　was　something　it　couldn't　help…rather　as　he　couldn't　help　being　related　to　Aunt　Petunia。　However；　he　really　hoped　that　Mr。　Ollivander　wasn't　about　to　tell　the　room　about　it。　He　had　a　funny　feeling　Rita　Skeeter's　Quick…Quotes　Quill　might　just　explode　with　excitement　if　he　did。
　　　Mr。　Ollivander　spent　much　longer　examining　Harry's　wand　than　anyone　else's。　Eventually；　however；　he　made　a　fountain　of　wine　shoot　out　of　it；　and　handed　it　back　to　Harry；　announcing　that　it　was　still　in　perfect　condition。
　　　〃Thank　you　all；〃　said　Dumbledore；　standing　up　at　the　judges'　table。　〃You　may　go　back　to　your　lessons　now…or　perhaps　it　would　be　quicker　just　to　go　down　to　dinner；　as　they　are　about　to　end…〃
　　　Feeling　that　at　last　something　had　gone　right　today；　Harry　got　up　to　leave；　but　the　man　with　the　black　camera　jumped　up　and　cleared　his　throat。
　　　〃Photos；　Dumbledore；　photos！〃　cried　Bagman　excitedly。　〃All　the　judges　and　champions；　what　do　you　think；　Rita？〃
　　　〃Er…yes；　let's　do　those　first；〃　said　Rita　Skeeter；　whose　eyes　were　upon　Harry　again。　〃And　then　perhaps　some　individual　shots。〃
　　　The　photographs　took　a　long　time。　Madame　Maxime　cast　everyone　else　into　shadow　wherever　she　stood；　and　the　photographer　couldn't　stand　far　enough　back　to　get　her　into　the　frame；　eventually　she　had　to　sit　while　everyone　else　stood　around　her。　Karkaroff　kept　twirling　his　goatee　around　his　finger　to　give　it　an　extra　curl；　Krum；　whom　Harry　would　have　thought　would　have　been　used　to　this　sort　of　thing；　skulked；　half…hidden；　at　the　back　of　the　group。　The　photographer　seemed　keenest　to　get　Fleur　at　the　front；　but　Rita　Skeeter　kept　hurrying　forward　and　dragging　Harry　into　greater　prominence。　Then　she　insisted　on　separate　shots　of　all　the　champions。　At　last；　they　were　free　to　go。
　　　Harry　went　down　to　dinner。　Hermione　wasn't　there…he　supposed　she　was　still　in　the　hospital　wing　having　her　teeth　fixed。　He　ate　alone　at　the　end　of　the　table；　then　returned　to　Gryffindor　Tower；　thinking　of　all　the　extra　work　on　Summoning　Charms　that　he　had　to　do。　Up　in　the　dormitory；　he　came　across　Ron。
　　　〃You've　had　an　owl；〃　said　Ron　brusquely　the　moment　he　walked　in。　He　was　pointing　at　Harry's　pillow。　The　school　barn　owl　was　waiting　for　him　there。
　　　〃Oh…right；〃　said　Harry。
　　　〃And　we've　got　to　do　our　detentions　tomorrow　night；　Snape's　dungeon；〃　said　Ron。
　　　He　then　walked　straight　out　of　the　room；　not　looking　at　Harry。　For　a　moment；　Harry　considered　going　after　him…he　wasn't　sure　whether　he　wanted　to　talk　to　him　or　hit　him；　both　seemed　quite　appealing…but　the　lure　of　Sirius's　answer　was　too　strong。　Harry　strode　over　to　the　barn　owl；　took　the　letter　off　its　leg；　and　unrolled　it。
　　　Harry…
　　　I　can't　say　everything　I　would　like　to　in　a　letter；　it's　too　risky
　　　in　case　the　owl　is　intercepted…we　need　to　talk　face…to…face。　Can　you　ensure　that　you　are　alone　by　the　fire　in　Gryffindor　Tower　at　one　o'clock　in　the　morning　on　the　22nd　ofNovember？
　　　I　know　better　than　anyone　that　you　can　look　after　yourself　and　while　you're　around　Dumbledore　and　Moody　I　don't　think　anyone　will　be　able　to　hurt　you。　However；　someone　seems　to　be　having　a　good　try。　Entering　you　in　that　tournament　would　have　been　very　risky；　especially　right　under　Dumbkdore's　nose。
　　　Be　on　the　watch；　Harry。　I　still　want　to　hear　about　anything　unusual。　Let　me　know　about　the　22nd　ofNovember　as　quickly　as　you　can。
　　　Sirius
　　　
　　　
　　　CHAPTER　NINETEEN
　　　THE　HUNGARIAN　HORNTAIL
　　　
　　　The　prospect　of　talking　face…to…face　with　Sirius　was　all　that　sustained　Harry　over　the　next　fortnight；　the　only　bright　spot　on　a　horizon　that　had　never　looked　darker。　The　shock　of　finding　himself　school　champion　had　worn　off　slightly　now；　and　the　fear　of　what　was　facing　him　had　started　to　sink　in。　The　first　task　was　drawing　steadily　nearer；　he　felt　as　though　it　were　crouching　ahead　of　him　hike　some　horrific　monster；　barring　his　path。　He　had　never　suffered　nerves　like　these；　they　were　way　beyond　anything　he　had　experienced　before　a　Quidditch　match；　not　even　his　last　one　against　Slytherin；　which　had　decided　who　would　win　the　Quidditch　Cup。　Harry　was　finding　it　hard　to　think　about　the　future　at　all；　he　felt　as　though　his　whole　life　had　been　heading　up　to；　and　would　finish　with；　the　first　task。
　　　Admittedly；　he　didn't　see　how　Sirius　was　going　to　make　him　feel　any　better　about　having　to　perform　an　unknown　piece　of　difficult　and　dangerous　magic　in　front　of　hundreds　of　people；　but　the　mere　sight　of　a　friendly　face　would　be　something　at　the　moment。　Harry　wrote　back　to　Sirius　saying　that　he　would　be　beside　the　mon　room　fire　at　the　time　Sirius　had　suggested；　and　he　and　Hermione　spent　a　long　time　going　over　plans　for　forcing　any　stragglers　out　of　the　mon　room　on　the　night　in　question。　If　the　worst　came　to　the　worst；　they　were　going　to　drop　a　bag　of　Dungbombs；　but　they　hoped　they　wouldn't　have　to　resort　to　that…Filch　would　skin　them　alive。
　　　In　the　meantime；　life　became　even　worse　for　Harry　within　the　confines　of　the　castle；　for　Rita　Skeeter　had　published　her　piece　about　the　Triwizard　Tournament；　and　it　had　turned　out　to　be　not　so　much　a　report　on　the　tournament　as　a　highly　colored　life　story　of　Harry。　Much　of　the　front　page　had　been　given　over　to　a　picture　of　Harry；　the　article　（continuing　on　pages　two；　six；　and　seven）　had　been　all　about　Harry；　the　names　of　the　Beauxbatons　and　Durmstrang　champions　（misspelled）　had　been　squashed　into　the　last　line　of　the　article；　and　Cedric　hadn't　been　mentioned　at　all。
　　　The　article　had　appeared　ten　days　ago；　and　Harry　still　got　a　sick；　burning　feeling　of　shame　in　his　stomach　every　time　he　thought　about　it。　Rita　Skeeter　had　reported　him　saying　an　awful　lot　of　things　that　he　couldn't　remember　ever　saying　in　his　life；　let　alone　in　that　broom　cupboard。
　　　
　　　I　suppose　I　get　my　strength　from　my　parents。　I　know　they'd　be　very　proud　of　me　if　they　could　see　me　now。。。　Yes；　sometimes　at　night　I　still　cry　about　them；　I'm　not　ashamed　to　admit　it。。。　I　know　nothing　will　hurt　me　during　the　tournament；　because　they're　watching　over　me。。。
　　　
　　　But　Rita　Skeeter　had　gone　even　further　than　transforming　his　〃er's〃　into　long；　sickly　sentences：　She　had　interviewed　other　people　about　him　too。
　　　
　　　Harry　has　at　last　found　love　at　Hogwarts。　His　close　friend；　Colin　Creevey；　says　that　Harry　is　rarely　seen　out　of　the　pany　of　one　Hermione　Granger；　a　stunningly　pretty　Muggle…born　girl　who；　like　Harry；　is　one　of　the　top　students　in　the　school。
　　　
　　　From　the　moment　the　article　had　appeared；　Harry　had　had　to　endure　people…Slytherins；　mainly…quoting　it　at　him　as　he　passed　and　making　sneering　ments。
　　　〃Want　a　hanky；　Potter；　in　case　you　start　crying　in　Transfiguration？〃
　　　〃Since　when　have　you　been　one　of　the　top　students　in　the　school；　Potter？　Or　is　this　a　school　you　and　Longbottom　have　set　up　together？〃
　　　〃Hey…Harry！〃
　　　〃Yeah；　that's　right！〃　Harry　found　himself　shouting　as　he　wheeled　around　in　the　corridor；　having　had　just　about　enough。　〃I've　just　been　crying　my　eyes　out　over　my　dead　mum；　and　I'm　just　off　to　do　a　bit　more。。。
　　　〃No…it　was　just…you　dropped　your　quill。〃
　　　It　was　Cho。　Harry　felt　the　color　rising　in　his　face。
　　　〃Oh…right…sorry；〃　he　muttered；　taking　the　quill　back。
　　　〃Er。。。　good　luck　on　Tuesday；〃　she　said。　〃I　really　hope　you　do　well。〃
　　　Which　left　Harry　feeling　extremely　stupid。
　　　Hermione　had　e　in　for　her　fair　share　of　unpleasantness　too；　but　she　hadn't　yet　started　yelling　at　innocent　bystanders；　in　fact；　Harry　was　full　of　admiration　for　the　way　she　was　handling　the　situation。
　　　〃Stunningly　pretty？　Her？〃　Pansy　Parkinson　had　shrieked　the　first　time　she　had　e　face…to…face　with　Hermione　after　Rita's　article　had　appeared。　〃What　was　she　judging　against…a　chipmunk？〃
　　　〃Ignore　it；〃　Hermione　said　in　a　dignified　voice；　holding　her　head　in　the　air　and　stalking　past　the　sniggering　Slytherin　girls　as　though　she　couldn't　hear　them。　〃Just　ignore　it；　Harry。〃
　　　But　Harry　couldn't　ignore　it。　Ron　hadn't　spoken　to　him　at　all　since　he　had　told　him　about　Snape's　detentions。　Harry　had　half　hoped　they　would　make　things　up　during　the　two　hours　they　were　forced　to　pickle　rats'　brains　in　Snape's　dungeon；　but　that　had　been　the　day　Rita's　article　had　appeared；　which　seemed　to　have　confirmed　Ron's　belief　that　Harry　was　really　enjoying　all　the　attention。
　　　Hermione　was　furious　with　the　pair　of　them；　she　went　from　one　to　the　other；　trying　to　force　them　to　talk　to　each　other；　but　Harry　was　adamant：　He　would　talk　to　Ron　again　only　if　Ron　admitted　that　Harry　hadn't　put　his　name　in　the　Goblet　of　Fire　and　apologized　for　calling　him　a　liar。
　　　〃I　didn't　start　this；〃　Harry　said　stubbornly。　〃It's　his　problem。〃
　　　〃You　miss　him！〃　Hermione　said　impatiently。　〃And　I　know　he　misses　you…〃
　　　〃Miss　him？〃　said　Harry。　〃I　don't　miss　him。。。
　　　But　this　was　a　downright　lie。　Harry　liked　Hermione　very　much；　but　she　just　wasn't　the　same　as　Ron。　There　was　much　hess　laughter　and　a　lot　more　hanging　around　in　the　library　when