第3节

Shelookedathim，along，searchinglook，thensmiledalittlesadly，straightenedup，ａｎｄwalkedaway.Harrywatchedasshewavedherwａｎｄnearthewashingline，ａｎｄthedampclothesroseintotheairtohangthemselvesup，ａｎｄsuddenlyhefeltagreatwaveofremorsefortheinconvenienceａｎｄthepainhewasgivingher.

第3章Hewaswalkingalongamountainroadinthecoolbluelightofdawn.Farbelow，swathedinmist，wastheshadowofasmalltown.Wasthemanhesoughtdownthere，themanheneededsobadlyhecouldthinkoflittleelse，themanwhoheldtheanswer，theanswertohisproblem?"Oi，wakeup."Harryopenedhiseyes.HewaslyingagainonthecampbedinRon’sdingyatticroom.Thesunhadnotyetrisenａｎｄtheroomwasstillshadowy.Pigwidgeonwasasleepwithhisheadunderhistinywing.ThescaronHarry’sforeheadwasprickling."Youweremutteringinyoursleep.""WasI?""Yeah.’Gregorovitch.’Youkeptsaying’Gregorovitch.’"Harrywasnotwearinghisglasses;Ron’sfaceappearedslightlyblurred."Who’sGregorovitch?""Idunno，doI?"Youweretheonesayingit."Harryrubbedhisforehead，thinking.Hehadavagueideahehadheardthenamebefore，buthecouldnotthinkwhere."IthinkVoldemort’slookingforhim.""Poorbloke，"saidRonfervently.Harrysatup，stillrubbinghisscar，nowwideawake.Hetriedtorememberexactlywhathehadseeninthedream，butallthatcamebackwasamountainoushorizonａｎｄtheoutlineofthelittlevillagecradledinadeepvalley."Ithinkhe’sabroad.""Who，Gregorovitch?""Voldemort.Ithinkhe’ssomewhereabroad，lookingforGregorovitch.Itdidn’tlooklikeanywhereinBritain.""Youreckonyouwereseeingintohismindagain?"Ronsoundedworried."Domeafavorａｎｄdon’ttellHermione，"saidHarry."Althoughhowsheexpectsmetostopseeingstuffinmysleep"HegazedupatlittlePigwidgeon’scage，thinkingWhywasthename"Gregorovitch"familiar?"Ithink，"hesaidslowly，"he’sgotsomethingtodowithQuidditch.There’ssomeconnection，butIcan’t——Ican’tthinkwhatitis."

"Quidditch?"saidRon."Sureyou’renotthinkingofGorgovitch?"

"Who?"

"DragomirGorgovitch，Chaser，transferredtotheChudleyCannonsforarecordfeetwoyearsago.RecordholderformostQuaffledropsinaseason.""No，"saidHarry."I’mdefinitelynotthinkingofGorgovitch."

"Itrynottoeither，"saidRon."Well，happybirthdayanyway.""Wow——that’sright，Iforgot!I’mseventeen!"Harryseizedthewａｎｄlyingbesidehiscampbed，pointeditatthecluttereddeskwherehehadlefthisglasses，ａｎｄsaid，"AccioGlasses!"Althoughtheywereonlyaroundafootaway，therewassomethingimmenselysatisfyingaboutseeingthemzoomtowardhim，atleastuntiltheypokedhimintheeye."Slick，"snortedRon.RevelingintheremovalofhisTrace，HarrysentRon’spossessionsflyingaroundtheroom，causingPigwidgeontowakeupａｎｄflutterexcitedlyaroundhiscage.Harryalsotriedtyingthelacesofhistrainersbymagic(theresultantknottookseveralminutestountiebyhａｎｄ)ａｎｄ，purelyforthepleasureofit，turnedtheorangerobesonRon’sChudleyCannonspostersbrightblue."I’ddoyourflybyhａｎｄ，though，"RonadvisedHarry，sniggeringwhenHarryimmediatelycheckedit."Here’syourpresent.Unwrapituphere，it’snotformymother’seyes.""Abook?"saidHarryashetooktherectangularparcel."Bitofadeparturefromtradition，isn’tit?""Thisisn’tyouraveragebook，"saidRon."It’dpuregold:TwelveFail-SafeWaystoCharmWitches.Explainseverythingyouneedtoknowaboutgirls.IfonlyI’dhadthislastyearI’dhaveknownexactlyhowtogetridofLavenderａｎｄIwould’veknownhowtogetgoingwithWell，FredａｎｄGeorgegavemeacopy，ａｎｄI’velearnedalot.You’dbesurprised，it’snotallaboutwａｎｄwork，either."Whentheyarrivedinthekitchentheyfoundapileofpresentswaitingonthetable.BillａｎｄMonsieurDelacourwerefinishingtheirbreakfasts，whileMrs.Weasleystoodchattingtothemoverthefryingpan."Arthurtoldmetowishyouahappyseventeenth，Harry，"saidMrs.Weasley，beamingathim."Hehadtoleaveearlyforwork，buthe’llbebackfordinner.That’sourpresentontop."Harrysatdown，tookthesquareparcelshehadindicated，ａｎｄunwrappedit.InsidewasawatchveryliketheoneMr.ａｎｄMrs.WeasleyhadgivenRonforhisseventeenth;itwasgold，withstarscirclingaroundtheraceinsteadofhａｎｄs."It’straditionaltogiveawizardawatchwhenhecomesofage，"saidMrs.Weasley，watchinghimanxiouslyfrombesidethecooker."I’mafraidthatoneisn’tnewlikeRon’s，itwasactuallymybrotherFabian’sａｎｄhewasn’tterriblycarefulwithhispossessions，it’sabitdentedontheback，but——"Therestofherspeechwaslost;Harryhadgotupａｎｄhuggedher.Hetriedtoputalotofunsaidthingsintothehugａｎｄperhapssheunderstoodthem，becauseshepattedhischeekclumsilywhenhereleasedher，thenwavedherwａｎｄinaslightlyrａｎｄomway，causinghalfapackofbacontoflopoutofthefryingpanontothefloor."Happybirthday，Harry!"saidHermione，hurryingintothekitchenａｎｄaddingherownpresenttothetopofthepile."It’snotmuch，butIhopeyoulikeit.Whatdidyougethim?"sheaddedtoRon，whoseemednottohearher."Comeon，then，openHermione’s!"saidRon.ShehadboughthimanewSneakoscope.TheotherpackagescontainedanenchantedrazorfromBillａｎｄFleur("Ahyes，ziswillgiveyouzesmoothestshaveyouwillever’ave，"MonsieurDelacourassuredhim，"butyoumusttellitclearlywhatyouwantozzerwiseyoumightfindyou’avealeetlelesshairzanyouwouldlike")，chocolatesfromtheDelacours，ａｎｄanenormousboxofthelatestWeasleys’WizardWheezesmerchａｎｄisefromFredａｎｄGeorge.Harry，Ron，ａｎｄHermionedidnotlingeratthetable，asthearrivalofMadameDelacour，Fleur，ａｎｄGabriellemadethekitchenuncomfortablycrowded."I’llpacktheseforyou，"Hermionesaidbrightly，takingHarry’spresentsoutofhisarmsasthethreeofthemheadedbackupstairs."I’mnearlydone，I’mjustwaitingfortherestofyourunderpantstocomeoutofthewash，Ron——"Ron’ssplutterwasinterruptedbytheopeningofadooronthefirst-floorlａｎｄing."Harry，willyoucomeinhereamoment?"