哈利波特1-6英文全集

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t street, nor when two owls swooped overhead. In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all. A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you39。 d have thought he39。 d just popped out of the ground. The cat39。 s tail twitched and its eyes narrowed. Nothing like this man had ever been seen on Privet Drive. He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and highheeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind halfmoon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man39。 s name was Albus Dumbledore. Albus Dumbledore didn39。 t seem to realize that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwele. He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to realize he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered, “I should have known.” He found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air, and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again — the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the PutOuter, until the only lights left on the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, even beadyeyed Mrs. Dursley, they wouldn39。 t be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement. Dumbledore slipped the PutOuter back inside his cloak and set off down the street toward number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. He didn39。 t look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it. “Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall.” He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead he was smiling at a rather severelooking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes. She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled. “How did you know it was me?” she asked. “My dear Professor, I39。 ve never seen a cat sit so stiffly.” “You39。 d be stiff if you39。 d been sitting on a brick wall all day,” said Professor McGonagall. “All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here.” Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily. “Oh yes, I39。 ve celebrating, all right,” she said impatiently. “You39。 d think they39。 d be a bit more careful, but no — even the Muggles have noticed something39。 s going on. It was on their news.” She jerked her head back at the Dursleys’ dark living room window. “I heard it. Flocks of owls„ shooting stars„ Well, they39。 re not pletely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent — I39。 ll bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense.” “You can39。 t blame them,” said Dumbledore gently. “We39。 ve had precious little to celebrate for eleven years.” “I know that,” said Professor McGonagall irritably. “But that39。 s no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors.” She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didn39。 t, so she went on. “A fine thing it would be if, on the very day YouKnowWho seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore?” “It certainly seems so,” said Dumbledore. “We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop?” “A what ?” “A lemon dr op. They39。 re a kind of Muggle sweet I39。 m rather fond of.” “No, thank you,” said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didn39。 t think this was the moment for lemon drops. “As I say, even if You KnowWho has gone— ” “My dear Professor, surely a sensible pers on like yourself can call him by his name? All this ‘You KnowWho’ nonsense — for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort.” Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two lemon drops, seemed not to notice. “It all gets so confusing if we keep saying ‘You KnowWho.’ I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemort39。 s name.” “I know you haven39。 t, said Professor McGonagall, sounding half exasperated, half admiring. “But you39。 re different. Everyone knows you39。 re the only one YouKnow oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of.” “You flatter me,” said Dumbledore calmly. “Voldemort had powers I will never have.” “Only because you39。 re too — well — noble to use them.” “It39。 s luc ky it39。 s dark. I haven39。 t blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs.” Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said “The owls are nothing next to the rumors that are flying around. You know what they39。 re saying? About why he39。 s disappeared? About what finally stopped him?” It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold, hard wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that whatever “everyone” was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing another lemon drop and did not answer。