jkrowling.harrypotterandgf-第58章

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nd　if　this　suits　you。。〃
　　　Mr。　Ollivander　ran　his　fingers　along　the　wand；　apparently　checking　for　scratches　or　bumps；　then　he　muttered；　〃Orchideous！〃　and　a　bunch　of　flowers　burst　from　the　wand　tip。
　　　〃Very　well；　very　well；　it's　in　fine　working　order；〃　said　Mr。　Ollivander；　scooping　up　the　flowers　and　handing　them　to　Fleur　with　her　wand。　〃Mr。　Diggory；　you　next。〃
　　　Fleur　glided　back　to　her　seat；　smiling　at　Cedric　as　he　passed　her。
　　　〃Ah；　now；　this　is　one　of　mine；　isn't　it？〃　said　Mr。　Ollivander；　with　much　more　enthusiasm；　as　Cedric　handed　over　his　wand。　〃Yes；　I　remember　it　well。　Containing　a　single　hair　from　the　tail　of　a　particularly　fine　male　unicorn。。。　must　have　been　seventeen　hands；　nearly　gored　me　with　his　horn　after　I　plucked　his　tail。　Twelve　and　a　quarter　inches。。。　ash。。。　pleasantly　springy。　It's　in　fine　condition。。。　You　treat　it　regularly？〃
　　　〃Polished　it　last　night；〃　said　Cedric；　grinning。
　　　Harry　hooked　down　at　his　own　wand。　He　could　see　finger　marks　all　over　it。　He　gathered　a　fistful　of　robe　from　his　knee　and　tried　to　rub　it　clean　surreptitiously。　Several　gold　sparks　shot　out　of　the　end　of　it。　Fleur　Delacour　gave　him　a　very　patronizing　look；　and　he　desisted。
　　　Mr。　Ollivander　sent　a　stream　of　silver　smoke　rings　across　the　room　from　the　tip　of　Cedric's　wand；　pronounced　himself　satisfied；　and　then　said；　〃Mr。　Krum；　if　you　please。〃
　　　Viktor　Krum　got　up　and　slouched；　round…shouldered　and　duck…footed；　toward　Mr。　Ollivander。　He　thrust　out　his　wand　and　stood　scowling；　with　his　hands　in　the　pockets　of　his　robes。
　　　〃Hmm；〃　said　Mr。　Olhivander；　〃this　is　a　Gregorovitch　creation；　unless　I'm　much　mistaken？　A　fine　wand…maker；　though　the　styling　is　never　quite　what　I。。。　however。。〃
　　　He　lifted　the　wand　and　examined　it　minutely；　turning　it　over　and　over　before　his　eyes。
　　　〃Yes。。。　hornbeam　and　dragon　heartstring？〃　he　shot　at　Krum；　who　nodded。　〃Rather　thicker　than　one　usually　sees。。。　quite　rigid。。。　ten　and　a　quarter　inches。。。　Avis！〃
　　　The　hornbeam　wand　let　off　a　blast　hike　a　gun；　and　a　number　of　small；　twittering　birds　flew　out　of　the　end　and　through　the　open　window　into　the　watery　sunlight。
　　　〃Good；〃　said　Mr。　Ollivander；　handing　Krum　back　his　wand。　〃Which　leaves。。。　Mr。　Potter。〃
　　　Harry　got　to　his　feet　and　walked　past　Krum　to　Mr。　Ollivander。　He　handed　over　his　wand。
　　　〃Aaaah；　yes；〃　said　Mr。　Ohlivander；　his　pale　eyes　suddenly　gleaming。　〃Yes；　yes；　yes。　How　well　I　remember。〃
　　　Harry　could　remember　too。　He　could　remember　it　as　though　it　had　happened　yesterday。。。
　　　Four　summers　ago；　on　his　eleventh　birthday；　he　had　entered　Mr。　Ollivander's　shop　with　Hagrid　to　buy　a　wand。　Mr。　Ollivander　had　taken　his　measurements　and　then　started　handing　him　wands　to　try。　Harry　had　waved　what　felt　like　every　wand　in　the　shop；　until　at　last　he　had　found　the　one　that　suited　him…this　one；　which　was　made　of　holly；　eleven　inches　long；　and　contained　a　single　feather　from　the　tail　of　a　phoenix。　Mr。　Ollivander　had　been　very　surprised　that　Harry　had　been　so　patible　with　this　wand。　〃Curious；〃　he　had　said；　〃curious；〃　and　not　until　Harry　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…Filc