jkrowling.harrypotterandgf-第76章

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；〃　Ron　added　in　an　undertone　as　the　third…year　girls　scuttled　away　looking　scandalized。　He　pulled　Sirius's　reply　off　Pigwidgeons　leg。　Harry　pocketed　it；　and　they　hurried　back　to　Gryffindor　Tower　to　read　it。
　　　Everyone　in　the　mon　room　was　much　too　busy　in　letting　off　more　holiday　steam　to　observe　what　anyone　else　was　up　to。　Ron；　Harry；　and　Hermione　sat　apart　from　everyone　else　by　a　dark　window　that　was　gradually　filling　up　with　snow；　and　Harry　read　out：
　　　
　　　Dear　Harry；
　　　Congratulations　on　getting　past　the　Horntail。　Whoever　put　your　name　in　that　goblet　shouldn't　be　feeling　too　happy　right　now！　I　was　going　to　suggest　a　Conjunctivitus　Curse；　as　a　dragon's　eyes　are　its　weakest　point…〃That's　what　Krum　did！〃　Hermione　whispered…but　your　way　was　better；　I'm　impressed。
　　　Don't　get　placent；　though。　Harry。　You've　only　done　one　task；　whoever　put　you　in　for　the　tournament's　got　plenty　more　opportunity　if　they're　trying　to　hurt　you。　Keep　your　eyes　open　…particularly　when　the　person　we　discussed　is　around　and　concentrate　on　keeping　yourself　out　of　trouble。
　　　Keep　in　touch；　I　still　want　to　hear　about　anything　unusual。
　　　Sirius
　　　
　　　〃He　sounds　exactly　like　Moody；〃　said　Harry　quietly；　tucking　the　letter　away　again　inside　his　robes。　〃'Constant　vigilance！'　You'd　think　I　walk　around　with　my　eyes　shut；　banging　off　the　walls。。。〃
　　　〃But　he's　right；　Harry；〃　said　Hermione；　〃you　have　still　got　two　tasks　to　do。　You　really　ought　to　have　a　look　at　that　egg；　you　know；　and　start　working　out　what　it　means。。。〃
　　　〃Hermione；　he's　got　ages！〃　snapped　Ron。　〃Want　a　game　of　chess；　Harry？〃
　　　〃Yeah；　okay；〃　said　Harry。　Then；　spotting　the　look　on　Hermione's　face；　he　said；　〃e　on；　how'm　I　supposed　to　concentrate　with　all　this　noise　going　on？　I　won't　even　be　able　to　hear　the　egg　over　this　lot。〃
　　　〃Oh　I　suppose　not；〃　she　sighed；　and　she　sat　down　to　watch　their　chess　match；　which　culminated　in　an　exciting　checkmate　of　Ron's；　involving　a　couple　of　recklessly　brave　pawns　and　a　very　violent　bishop。
　　　Harry　awoke　very　suddenly　on　Christmas　Day。　Wondering　what　had　caused　his　abrupt　return　to　consciousness；　he　opened　his　eyes；　and　saw　something　with　very　large；　round；　green　eyes　staring　back　at　him　in　the　darkness；　so　close　they　were　almost　nose　to　nose。
　　　〃Dobby！〃　Harry　yelled；　scrambling　away　from　the　elf　so　fast　he　almost　fell　out　of　bed。　〃Don't　do　that！〃
　　　〃Dobby　is　sorry；　sir！〃　squeaked　Dobby　anxiously；　jumping　backward　with　his　long　fingers　over　his　mouth。　〃Dobby　is　only　wanting　to　wish　Harry　Potter　'Merry　Christmas'　and　bring　him　a　present；　Sir！　Harry　Potter　did　say　Dobby　could　e　and　see　him　sometimes；　sir！〃
　　　It's　okay；〃　said　Harry；　still　breathing　rather　faster　than　usual；　while　his　heart　rate　returned　to　normal。　〃Just…just　prod　me　or　something　in　future；　all　right；　don't　bend　over　me　like　that。。。〃
　　　Harry　pulled　back　the　curtains　around　his　four…poster；　took　his　glasses　from　his　bedside　table；　and　put　them　on。　His　yell　had　awoken　Ron；　Seamus；　Dean；　and　Neville。　All　of　them　were　peering　through　the　gaps　in　their　own　hangings；　heavy…eyed　and　tousle…haired。
　　　〃Someone　attacking　you；　Harry？〃　Seamus　asked　sleepily。
　　　〃No；　it's　just　Dobby；〃　Harry　muttered。　〃Go　back　to　sleep。〃
　　　〃Nah。。。　presents！〃　said　Seamus；　spotting　the　large　pile　at　the　foot　of　his　bed。　Ron；　Dean；　and　Neville　decided　that　now　they　were　awake　they　might　as　well　get　down　to　some　present…opening　too。　Harry　turned　back　to　Dobby；　who　was　now　standing　nervously　next　to　Harrys　bed；　still　looking　worried　that　he　had　upset　Harry。　There　was　a　Christmas　bauble　tied　to　the　loop　on　top　of　his　tea　cozy。
　　　〃Can　Dobby　give　Harry　Potter　his　present？〃　he　squeaked　tentatively。
　　　〃'Course　you　can；〃　said　Harry。　〃Er。。。　I've　got　something　for　you　too。〃
　　　It　was　a　lie；　he　hadn't　bought　anything　for　Dobby　at　all；　but　he　quickly　opened　his　trunk　and　pulled　out　a　particularly　knobbly　rolled…up　pair　of　socks。　They　were　his　oldest　and　foulest；　mustard　yellow；　and　had　once　belonged　to　Uncle　Vernon。　The　reason　they　were　extra…knobbly　was　that　Harry　had　been　using　them　to　cushion　his　Sneakoscope　for　over　a　year　now。　He　pulled　out　the　Sneako…scope　and　handed　the　socks　to　Dobby；　saying；　〃Sorry；　I　forgot　to　wrap　them。。。〃
　　　But　Dobby　was　utterly　delighted。
　　　〃Socks　are　Dobby's　favorite；　favorite　clothes；　sir！〃　he　said；　ripping　off　his　odd　ones　and　pulling　on　Uncle　Vernon's。　〃I　has　seven　now；　sir。。。　But　sir　。。。〃　he　said；　his　eyes　widening；　having　pulled　both　socks　up　to　their　highest　extent；　so　that　they　reached　to　the　bottom　of　his　shorts；　〃they　has　made　a　mistake　in　the　shop；　Harry　Potter；　they　is　giving　you　two　the　same！〃
　　　〃Ah；　no；　Harry；　how　e　you　didn't　spot　that？〃　said　Ron；　grinning　over　from　his　own　bed；　which　was　now　strewn　with　wrapping　paper。　〃Tell　you　what；　Dobby…here　you　go…take　these　two；　and　you　can　mix　them　up　properly。　And　here's　your　sweater。〃
　　　He　threw　Dobby　a　pair　of　violet　socks　he　had　just　unwrapped；　and　the　hand…knitted　sweater　Mrs。　Weasley　had　sent；　Dobby　looked　quite　overwhelmed。
　　　〃Sir　is　very　kind！〃　he　squeaked；　his　eyes　brimming　with　tears　again；　bowing　deeply　to　Ron。　〃Dobby　knew　sir　must　be　a　great　wizard；　for　he　is　Harry　Potter's　greatest　friend；　but　Dobby　did　not　know　that　he　was　also　as　generous　of　spirit；　as　noble；　as　selfless…〃
　　　〃They're　only　socks；〃　said　Ron；　who　had　gone　slightly　pink　around　the　ears；　though　he　looked　rather　pleased　all　the　same。　〃Wow；　Harry…〃　He　had　just　opened　Harry's　present；　a　Chudley　Cannon　hat。　〃Cool！〃　He　jammed　it　onto　his　head；　where　it　clashed　horribly　with　his　hair。
　　　Dobby　now　handed　Harry　a　small　package；　which　turned　out　to　be…socks。
　　　〃Dobby　is　making　them　himself；　sir！〃　the　elf　said　happily。　〃He　is　buying　the　wool　out　of　his　wages；　sir！〃
　　　The　left　sock　was　bright　red　and　had　a　pattern　of　broomsticks　upon　it；　the　right　sock　was　green　with　a　pattern　of　Snitches。
　　　〃They're。。。　they're　really。。。　well；　thanks；　Dobby；〃　said　Harry；　and　he　pulled　them　on；　causing　Dobby's　eyes　to　leak　with　happiness　again。
　　　〃Dobby　must　go　now；　sir；　we　is　already　making　Christmas　dinner　in　the　kitchens！〃　said　Dobby；　and　he　hurried　out　of　the　dormitory；　waving　good…bye　to　Ron　and　the　others　as　he　passed。
　　　Harry's　other　presents　were　much　more　satisfactory　than　Dobby's　odd　socks…with　the　obvious　exception　of　the　Dursleys'；　which　consisted　of　a　single　tissue；　an　all…time　low…Harry　supposed　they　too　were　remember　ing　the　Ton…Tongue　Toffee。　Hermione　had　given　Harry　a　book　called　Quidditch　Teams　of　Britain　and　Ireland；　Ron；　a　bulging　bag　of　Dungbombs；　Sirius；　a　handy　penknife　with　attachments　to　unlock　any　lock　and　undo　any　knot；　and　Hagrid；　a　vast　box　of　sweets　including　all　Harrys　favorites：　Bertie　Bott's　Every　Flavor　Beans；　Chocolate　Frogs；　Drooble's　Best　Blowing　Gum；　and　Fizzing　Whizbees。　There　was　also；　of　course；　Mrs。　Weasley's　usual　package；　including　a　new　sweater　（green；　with　a　picture　of　a　dragon　on　it…Harry　supposed　Charlie　had　told　her　all　about　the　Horntail）；　and　a　large　quantity　of　homemade　mince　pies。
　　　Harry　and　Ron　met　up　with　Hermione　in　the　mon　room；　and　they　went　down　to　breakfast　together。　They　spent　most　of　the　morning　in　Gryffindor　Tower；　where　everyone　was　enjoying　their　presents；　then　returned　to　the　Great　Hall　for　a　magnificent　lunch；　which　included　at　least　a　hundred　turkeys　and　Christmas　puddings；　and　large　piles　of　Cribbage's　Wizarding　Crackers。
　　　They　went　out　onto　the　grounds　in　the　afternoon；　the　snow　was　untouched　except　for　the　deep　channels　made　by　the　Durmstrang　and　Beauxbatons　students　on　their　way　up　to　the　castle。　Hermione　chose　to　watch　Harry　and　the　Weasleys'　snowball　fight　rather　than　join　in；　and　at　five　o'clock　said　she　was　going　back　upstairs　to　get　ready　for　the　ball。
　　　〃What；　you　need　three　hours？〃　said　Ron；　looking　at　her　incredulously　and　paying　for　his　lapse　in　concentration　when　a　large　snowball；　thrown　by　George；　hit　him　hard　on　the　side　of　the　head。　〃Who're　you　going　with？〃　he　yelled　after　Hermione；　but　she　just　waved　and　disappeared　up　the　stone　steps　into　the　castle。
　　　There　was　no　Christmas　tea　today；　as　the　ball　included　a　feast；　so　at　seven　o'clock；　when　it　had　bee　hard　to　aim　properly；　the　others　abandoned　their　snowball　fight　and　trooped　back　to　the　mon　room。　The　Fat　Lady　wa