jkrowling.harrypotterandgf-第124章

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oldemort　s　feet。。。　he　was　going　to　die　upright　like　his　father；　and　he　was　going　to　die　trying　to　defend　himself；　even　if　no　defense　was　possible。。。
　　　Before　Voldemort　could　stick　his　snakelike　face　around　the　headstone。　Harry　stood　up　。。。he　gripped　his　wand　tightly　in　his　hand；　thrust　it　out　in　front　of　him；　and　threw　himself　around　the　headstone；　facing　Voldemort。
　　　Voldemort　was　ready。　As　Harry　shouted；　〃Expelliarmus！〃　Voldemort　cried；　〃Avada　Kedavra！〃
　　　A　jet　of　green　light　issued　from　Voldemorts　wand　just　as　a　jet　of　red　light　blasted　from　Harry's…they　met　in　midair…and　suddenly　Harry's　wand　was　vibrating　as　though　an　electric　charge　were　surging　through　it；　his　hand　seized　up　around　it；　he　couldn't　have　released　it　if　he'd　wanted　to…and　a　narrow　beam　of　light　connected　the　two　wands；　neither　red　nor　green；　but　bright；　deep　gold。　Harry；　following　the　beam　with　his　astonished　gaze；　saw　that　Voldemort's　long　white　fingers　too　were　gripping　a　wand　that　was　shaking　and　vibrating。
　　　And　then…nothing　could　have　prepared　Harry　for　this…he　felt　his　feet　lift　from　the　ground。　He　and　Voldemort　were　both　being　raised　into　the　air；　their　wands　still　connected　by　that　thread　of　shimmering　golden　light。　They　glided　away　from　the　tombstone　of　Voldemort's　father　and　then　came　to　rest　on　a　patch　of　ground　that　was　clear　and　free　of　graves。。。　The　Death　Eaters　were　shouting；　they　were　asking　Voldemort　for　instructions；　they　were　closing　in；　reforming　the　circle　around　Harry　and　Voldemort；　the　snake　slithering　at　their　heels；　some　of　them　drawing　their　wands…
　　　The　golden　thread　connecting　Harry　and　Voldemort　splintered；　though　the　wands　remained　connected；　a　thousand　more　beams　arced　high　over　Harry　and　Voldemort；　crisscrossing　all　around　them；　until　they　were　enclosed　in　a　golden；　dome…shaped　web；　a
　　　cage　of　light；　beyond　which　the　Death　Eaters　circled　like　jackals；　their　cries　strangely　muffled　now。。。
　　　〃Do　nothing！〃　Voldemort　shrieked　to　the　Death　Eaters；　and　Harry　saw　his　red　eyes　wide　with　astonishment　at　what　was　happening；　saw　him　fighting　to　break　the　thread　of　light　still　connecting　his　wand　with　Harry's；　Harry　held　onto　his　wand　more　tightly；　with　both　hands；　and　the　golden　thread　remained　unbroken。　〃Do　nothing　unless　I　mand　you！〃　Voldemort　shouted　to　the　Death　Eaters。
　　　And　then　an　unearthly　and　beautiful　sound　filled　the　air。。。　It　was　ing　from　every　thread　of　the　light…spun　web　vibrating　around　Harry　and　Voldemort。　It　was　a　sound　Harry　recognized；　though　he　had　heard　it　only　once　before　in　his　life：　phoenix　song。
　　　It　was　the　sound　of　hope　to　Harry。。。　the　most　beautiful　and　wele　thing　he　had　ever　heard　in　his　life。。。　He　felt　as　though　the　song　were　inside　him　instead　of　just　around　him。。。　It　was　the　sound　he　connected　with　Dumbledore；　and　it　was　almost　as　though　a　friend　were　speaking　in　his　ear。。。
　　　Don't　break　the　connection。
　　　I　know。　Harry　told　the　music；　I　know　I　mustn't。。。　but　no　sooner　had　he　thought　it；　than　the　thing　became　much　harder　to　do。　His　wand　began　to　vibrate　more　powerfully　than　ever。。。　and　now　the　beam　between　him　and　Voldemort　changed　too　。。。it　was　as　though　large　beads　of　light　were　sliding　up　and　down　the　thread　connecting　the　wands…Harry　felt　his　wand　give　a　shudder　under　his　hand　as　the　light　beads　began　to　slide　slowly　and　steadily　his　way。。。　The　direction　of　the　beams　movement　was　now　toward　him；　from　Voldemort；　and　he　felt　his　wand　shudder　angrily。。。
　　　As　the　closest　bead　of　light　moved　nearer　to　Harrys　wand　tip；　the　wood　beneath　his　fingers　grew　so　hot　he　feared　it　would　burst　into　flame。　The　closer　that　bead　moved；　the　harder　Harry's　wand　vibrated；　he　was　sure　his　wand　would　not　survive　contact　with　it；　it　felt　as　though　it　was　about　to　shatter　under　his　fingers…
　　　He　concentrated　every　last　particle　of　his　mind　upon　forcing　the　bead　back　toward　Voldemort；　his　ears　full　of　phoenix　song；　his　eyes　furious；　fixed。。。　and　slowly；　very　slowly；　the　beads　quivered　to　a　halt；　and　then；　just　as　slowly；　they　began　to　move　the　other　way。。。　and　it　was　Voldemort's　wand　that　was　vibrating　extra…hard　now。。。　Voldemort　who　looked　astonished；　and　almost　fearful。。。
　　　One　of　the　beads　of　light　was　quivering；　inches　from　the　tip　of　Voldemorts　wand。　Harry　didn't　understand　why　he　was　doing　it；　didn't　know　what　it　might　achieve。。。　but　he　now　concentrated　as　he　had　never　done　in　his　life　on　forcing　that　bead　of　light　right　back　into　Voldemort　s　wand。。。　and　slowly。。。　very　slowly　。。。it　moved　along　the　golden　thread　。。。it　trembled　for　a　moment。。。　and　then　it　connected。。。
　　　At　once；　Voldemorts　wand　began　to　emit　echoing　screams　of　pain。。。　then…Voldemort's　red　eyes　widened　with　shock…a　dense；　smoky　hand　flew　out　of　the　tip　of　it　and　vanished。。。　the　ghost　of　the　hand　he　had　made　Wormtail。。。　more　shouts　of　pain。。。　and　then　something　much　larger　began　to　blossom　from　Voldemorts　wand　tip；　a　great；　grayish　something；　that　looked　as　though　it　were　made　of　the　solidest；　densest　smoke。。。　It　was　a　head。。。　now　a　chest　and　arms。。。　the　torso　of　Cedric　Diggory。
　　　If　ever　Harry　might　have　released　his　wand　from　shock；　it　would　have　been　then；　but　instinct　kept　him　clutching　his　wand　tightly；　so　that　the　thread　of　golden　light　remained　unbroken；　even　though　the　thick　gray　ghost　of　Cedric　Diggory　（was　it　a　ghost？　it　looked　so
　　　solid）　emerged　in　its　entirety　from　the　end　of　Voldemort　s　wand；　as　though　it　were　squeezing　itself　out　of　a　very　narrow　tunnel。。。　and　this　shade　of　Cedric　stood　up；　and　looked　up　and　down　the　golden　thread　of　light；　and　spoke。
　　　〃Hold　on。　Harry；〃　it　said。
　　　Its　voice　was　distant　and　echoing。　Harry　looked　at　Voldemort　。。。his　wide　red　eyes　were　still　shocked　。。。he　had　no　more　expected　this　than　Harry　had。。。　and；　very　dimly。　Harry　heard　the　frightened　yells　of　the　Death　Eaters；　prowling　around　the　edges　of　the　golden　dome。。
　　　More　screams　of　pain　from　the　wand。。。　and　then　something　else　emerged　from　its　tip　。。。the　dense　shadow　of　a　second　head；　quickly　followed　by　arms　and　torso　。。。an　old　man　Harry　had　seen　only　in　a　dream　was　now　pushing　himself　out　of　the　end　of　the　wand　just　as　Cedric　had　done。。。　and　his　ghost；　or　his　shadow；　or　whatever　it　was；　fell　next　to　Cedric's；　and　surveyed　Harry　and　Voldemort；　and　the　golden　web；　and　the　connected　wands；　with　mild　surprise；　leaning　on　his　walking　stick。。。
　　　〃He　was　a　real　wizard；　then？〃　the　old　man　said；　his　eyes　on　Voldemort。　〃Killed　me；　that　one　did。。。　You　fight　him；　boy。。。〃
　　　But　already；　yet　another　head　was　emerging　。。。and　this　head；　gray　as　a　smoky　statue；　was　a　woman's。。。　Harry；　both　arms　shaking　now　as　he　fought　to　keep　his　wand　still；　saw　her　drop　to　the　ground　and　straighten　up　like　the　others；　staring。。。
　　　The　shadow　of　Bertha　Jorkins　surveyed　the　battle　before　her　with　wide　eyes。
　　　〃Don't　let　go；　now！〃　she　cried；　and　her　voice　echoed　like　Cedrics　as　though　from　very　far　away。　〃Don't　let　him　get　you；　Harry…don't　let　go！〃
　　　She　and　the　other　two　shadowy　figures　began　to　pace　around　the　inner　walls　of　the　golden　web；　while　the　Death　Eaters　flitted　around　the　outside　of　it。。。　and　Voldemort's　dead　victims　whispered　as　they　circled　the　duelers；　whispered　words　of　encouragement　to　Harry；　and　hissed　words　Harry　couldn't　hear　to　Voldemort。
　　　And　now　another　head　was　emerging　from　the　tip　of　Voldemorts　wand。。。　and　Harry　knew　when　he　saw　it　who　it　would　be　。。。he　knew；　as　though　he　had　expected　it　from　the　moment　when　Cedric　had　appeared　from　the　wand。。。　knew；　because　the　man　appearing　was　the　one　he'd　thought　of　more　than　any　other　tonight。。。
　　　The　smoky　shadow　of　a　tall　man　with　untidy　hair　fell　to　the　ground　as　Bertha　had　done；　straightened　up；　and　looked　at　him。。。　and　Harry；　his　arms　shaking　madly　now；　looked　back　into　the　ghostly　face　of　his　father。
　　　〃Your　mother's　ing。。。〃　he　said　quietly。　〃She　wants　to　see　you　。。。it　will　be　all　right。。。　hold　on。。。〃
　　　And　she　came。。。　first　her　head；　then　her　body。。。　a　young　woman　with　long　hair；　the　smoky；　shadowy　form　of　Lily　Potter　blossomed　from　the　end　of　Voldemort's　wand；　fell　to　the　ground；　and　straightened　like　her　husband。　She　walked　close　to　Harry；　looking　down　at　him；　and　she　spoke　in　the　same　distant；　echoing　voice　as　the　others；　but　quietly；　so　that　Voldemort；　his　face　now　livi