jkrowlingharrypotterandpa-第32章

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　　　The　team　trooped　out；　trailing　mud　behind　them。　Madam　Pomfrey　shut　the　door　behind　them；　looking　disapproving。　Ron　and　Hermione　moved　nearer　to　Harry's　bed。
　　　〃Dumbledore　was　really　angry；〃　Hermione　said　in　a　quaking　voice。　〃I've　never　seen　him　like　that　before。　He　ran　onto　the　field　as　You　fell；　waved　his　wand；　and　you　sort　of　slowed　down　before　you　hit　the　ground。　Then　he　whirled　his　wand　at　the　dementors。　Shot　silver　stuff　at　them。　They　left　the　stadium　right　away。。。　He　was　furious　they'd　e　onto　the　grounds。　We　heard　him　…〃
　　　〃Then　he　magicked　you　onto　a　stretcher；〃　said　Ron。　〃And　walked　up　to　school　with　you　floating　on　it。　Everyone　thought　you　were　…〃
　　　His　voice　faded；　but　Harry　hardly　noticed。　He　was　thinking　about　what　the　dementors　had　done　to　him。。。　about　the　screaming　voice。　He　looked　up　and　saw　Ron　and　Hermione　lookin；　at　him　so　anxiously　that　he　quickly　cast　around　for　something　matter…of…fact　to　say。
　　　
　　　〃Did　someone　get　my　Nimbus？〃
　　　Ron　and　Hermione　looked　quickly　at　each　other。
　　　〃Er　…〃
　　　〃What？〃　said　Harry；　looking　from　one　to　the　other。
　　　〃Well。。。　when　you　fell　off；　it　got　blown　away；〃　said　Hermione　hesitantly。
　　　〃And？〃
　　　〃And　it　hit…it　hit…oh；　Harry…it　hit　the　Whomping　Willow。〃
　　　Harry's　insides　lurched。　The　Whomping　Willow　was　a　very　violent　tree　that　stood　alone　in　the　middle　of　the　grounds。
　　　〃And？〃　he　said；　dreading　the　answer。
　　　〃Well；　you　know　the　Whomping　Willow；〃　said　Ron。　〃It…it　doesn't　like　being　hit。〃
　　　〃Professor　Flitwick　brought　it　back　just　before　you　came　around；　said　Hermione　in　a　very　small　voice。
　　　Slowly；　she　reached　down　for　a　bag　at　her　feet；　turned　it　upside　down；　and　tipped　a　dozen　bits　of　splintered　wood　and　twig　onto　the　bed；　the　only　remains　of　Harry's　faithful；　finally　beaten　broomstick。
　　　
　　　
　　　CHAPTER　TEN
　　　THE　MARAUDER'S　MAP
　　　
　　　Madam　Pomfrey　insisted　on　keeping　Harry　in　the　hospital　wing　for　the　rest　of　the　weekend。　He　didn't　argue　or　plain；　but　he　wouldn't　let　her　throw　away　the　shattered　remnants　of　his　Nimbus　Two　Thousand。　He　knew　he　was　being　stupid；　knew　that　the　Nimbus　was　beyond　repair；　but　Harry　couldn't　help　it；　he　felt　as　though　he'd　lost　one　of　his　best　friends。
　　　He　had　a　stream　of　visitors；　all　intent　on　cheering　him　up。　Hagrid　sent　him　a　bunch　of　earwiggy　flowers　that　looked　like　yellow　cabbages；　and　Ginny　Weasley；　blushing　furiously；　turned　up　with　a　get…well　card　she　had　made　herself；　which　sang　shrilly　unless　Harry　kept　it　shut　under　his　bowl　of　fruit。　The　Gryffindor　team　visited　again　on　Sunday　morning；　this　time　acpanied　by　Wood；　who　told　Harry　（in　a　hollow；　dead　sort　of　voice）　that　he　didn't　blame
　　　
　　　him　in　the　slightest。　Ron　and　Hermione　left　Harry's　bedside　only　at　nightBut　nothing　anyone　said　or　did　could　make　Harry　feel　any　better；　because　they　knew　only　half　of　what　was　troubling　him。
　　　He　hadn't　told　anyone　about　the　Grim；　not　even　Ron　…and　Hermione；　because　he　knew　Ron　would　panic　and　Hermione　would　scoff。　The　fact　remained；　however；　that　it　had　now　appeared　twice；　and　both　appearances　had　been　followed　by　near…fatal　accidents；　the　first　time；　he　had　nearly　been　run　over　by　the　Knight　Bus；　the　second；　fallen　fifty　feet　from　his　broomstick。　Was　the　Grim　going　to　haunt　him　until　he　actually　died？　Was　he　going　to　spend　the　rest　of　his　life　looking　over　his　shoulder　for　the　beast？
　　　And　then　there　were　the　dementors。　Harry　felt　sick　and　humiliated　every　time　he　thought　of　them。　Everyone　said　the　dementors　were　horrible；　but　no　one　else　collapsed　every　time　they　went　near　one。　No　one　else　heard　echoes　in　their　head　of　their　dying　parents。
　　　Because　Harry　knew　who　that　screaming　voice　belonged　to　now。　He　had　heard　her　words；　heard　them　over　and　over　again　during　the　night　hours　in　the　hospital　wing　while　he　lay　awake；　staring　at　the　strips　of　moonlight　on　the　ceiling。　When　the　dementors　approached　him；　he　heard　the　last　moments　of　his　mother's　life；　her　attempts　to　protect　him；　Harry；　from　Lord　Voldemort；　and　Voldemort's　laughter　before　he　murdered　her。。。　Harry　dozed　fitfully；　sinking　into　dreams　full　of　clammy；　rotted　hands　and　petrified　pleading；　jerking　awake　to　dwell　again　on　his　mother's　voice。
　　　It　was　a　relief　to　return　to　the　noise　and　bustle　of　the　main　school　on　Monday；　where　he　was　forced　to　think　about　other　things；　eve'；　if　he　had　to　endure　Draco　Malfoys　taunting。　Malfoy　was　almost　beside　himself　with　glee　at　Gryffindor's　defeat。　He　had　finally　taken　off　his　bandages；　and　celebrated　having　the　full　use　of　both　arms　again　by　doing　spirited　imitations　of　Harry　falling　off　his　broom。　Malfoy　spent　much　of　their　next　Potions　class　doing　dementor　imitations　across　the　dungeon；　Ron　finally　cracked　and　flung　a　large；　slippery　crocodile　heart　at　Malfoy；　which　hit　him　in　the　face　and　caused　Snape　to　take　fifty　points　from　Gryffindor。
　　　〃If　Snape's　teaching　Defense　Against　the　Dark　Arts　again；　I'm　skiving　off；〃　said　Ron　as　they　headed　toward　Lupin's　classroom　after　lunch。　〃Check　who's　in　there；　Hermione。〃
　　　Hermione　peered　around　the　classroom　door。
　　　〃It's　okay！〃
　　　Professor　Lupin　was　back　at　work。　It　certainly　looked　as　though　he　had　been　ill。　His　old　robes　were　hanging　more　loosely　on　him　and　there　were　dark　shadows　beneath　his　eyes；　nevertheless；　he　smiled　at　the　class　as　they　took　their　seats；　and　they　burst　at　once　into　an　explosion　of　plaints　about　Snape's　behavior　while　Lupin　had　been　ill。
　　　〃It's　not　fair；　he　was　only　filling　in；　why　should　he　give　us　homework？〃
　　　〃We　don't　know　anything　about　werewolves　two　rolls　of　parchment！〃
　　　〃Did　you　tell　Professor　Snape　we　haven't　covered　them　yet？〃　Lupin　asked；　frowning　slightly。
　　　The　babble　broke　out　again。
　　　〃Yes；　but　he　said　we　were　really　behind　he　wouldn't　listen　…〃
　　　〃…　two　rolls　of　parchment！〃
　　　Professor　Lupin　smiled　at　the　look　of　indignation　on　every　face。
　　　〃Don't　worry。　I'll　speak　to　Professor　Snape。　You　don't　have　to　do　the　essay。〃
　　　〃Oh　no；〃　said　Hermione；　looking　very　disappointed。　〃I've　already　finished　it！〃
　　　They　had　a　very　enjoyable　lesson。　Professor　Lupin　had　brought　along　a　glass　box　containing　a　hinkypunk；　a　little　one…legged　creature　who　looked　as　though　he　were　made　of　wisps　of　smoke；　rather　frail　and　harmless　looking。
　　　〃Lures　travelers　into　bogs；〃　said　Professor　Lupin　as　they　took　notes。　〃You　notice　the　lantern　dangling　from　his　hand？　Hops　ahead　…people　follow　the　light…then　…〃
　　　The　hinkypunk　made　a　horrible　squelching　noise　against　the　glass。
　　　When　the　bell　rang；　everyone　gathered　up　their　things　and　headed　for　the　door；　Harry　among　them；　but　…
　　　〃Wait　a　moment；　Harry；〃　Lupin　called。　〃I'd　like　a　word。〃
　　　Harry　doubled　back　and　watched　Professor　Lupin　covering　the　hinkypunk's　box　with　a　cloth。
　　　〃I　heard　about　the　match；〃　said　Lupin；　turning　back　to　his　desk　and　starting　to　pile　books　into　his　briefcase；　〃and　I'm　sorry　about　your　broomstick。　Is　there　any　chance　of　fixing　it？〃
　　　〃No；〃　said　Harry。　〃The　tree　smashed　it　to　bits。〃
　　　Lupin　sighed。
　　　〃They　planted　the　Whomping　Willow　the　same　year　that　I　arrived　at　Hogwarts。　People　used　to　play　a　game；　trying　to　get　near　enough　to　touch　the　trunk。　In　the　end；　a　boy　called　Davey　Gudgeon　nearly　lost　an　eye；　and　we　were　forbidden　to　go　near　it。　No　broomstick　would　have　a　chance。〃
　　　〃Did　you　hear　about　the　dementors　too？〃　said　Harry　with　difficulty。
　　　Lupin　looked　at　him　quickly。
　　　〃Yes；　I　did。　I　don't　think　any　of　us　have　seen　Professor　Dumbledore　that　angry。　They　have　been　growing　restless　for　some　time…furious　at　his　refusal　to　let　them　inside　the　grounds。。。　I　suppose　they　were　the　reason　you　fell？〃
　　　〃Yes；〃　said　Harry。　He　hesitated；　and　then　the　question　he　had　to　ask　burst　from　him　before　he　could　stop　himself。〃　Why？　Why　do　they　affect　me　like　that？　Am　I　just　…？〃
　　　〃It　has　nothing　to　do　with　weakness；〃　said　Professor　Lupin　sharply；　as　though　he　had　read　Harry's　mind。　〃The　dementors　affect　you　worse　than　the　others　because　there　are　horrors　in　your　past　that　the　others　don't　have。〃
　　　A　ray　of　wintery　sunlight　fell　across　the　classroom；　illuminating　Lupin's　gray　hairs　and　the　lines　on　his　young　face。
　　　〃Dementors　are　among　the　foulest　creatures　that　walk　this　earth。　They　infest　the　darkest；　filthiest　places；　they　glory