ida对《哈利·波特与火焰杯》的笔记(6)

分院帽之歌

我想作者原意可能只是想鼓励勇敢，但最后连自己好像都变成了史莱哲林的成员

A thousand years or more ago,

when I was newly sewn,

there lived four wizards of renown,

whose names are still well known:

bold Gryffindor, from wild moor;

fair Ravenclaw, from glen;

sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad;

shrewd Slytherin, from fen.

They shared a wish, a hope, a dream;

they hatched a daring plan:

to educate young sorcerers,

thus Hogwarts School began.

Now each of these four founders

formed their own house,

for each did value different virtues

in the ones they had to teach.

By Gryffindor, the bravest were

prized far beyond the rest;

for Ravenclaw, the cleverest

Would always be the best;

for Hufflepuff, hard workers were

most worthy of admission;

and power-hungry Slytherin

loved those of great ambition.

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写占卜课的作业的时间总是这么愉快，罗恩小可爱，不知道赫敏的spew后来进行的怎么样了

总觉得哈利那么瘦弱，养好自己都是问题，他的猫头鹰 Hedwig 是怎么做到保持健康优雅（除了有时会耍一些正常的小脾气之外）还能完成各种困难任务的？

第350页 第15章

因为两个魔法学校要来Hogwarts参加比赛，全校全力搞卫生，Mr Filch正好趁机施威

__terrified a pair of first-year girls into hysterics

不知道后来这两个女孩好了没有😂

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……And we've met them, and they're happy. They think they've got the best job in the world-"

”That's because they're uneducated and brainwashed! ” Hermione began hotly

恍恍惚惚 😂

港剧不是常说“做人嘛，最紧要的是开心”

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Moody这条线真是bug 满满

Rita Skeeter是电影唯一还原的比原著要精彩的部分了吧，果然疯癫一点让人印象深刻

哈利和罗恩

和罗恩的冷战后，赫敏受斯内普欺负时二人一致的愤怒，多么美好

好基友一辈子

Hermione was furious with the pair of them; she went from one to the other, trying to force them to talk to each other, but Harry was adamant: He would talk to Ron again only if Ron admitted that Harry hadn’t put his name in the Goblet of Fire and apologized for calling him a liar.

“I didn’t start this,” Harry said stubbornly. “It’s his problem.”

“You miss him!” Hermione said impatiently. “And I know he misses you —”

“Miss him?” said Harry. “I don’t miss him. . ..”

But this was a downright lie. Harry liked Hermione very much, but she just wasn’t the same as Ron.

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恩爱的俩

Harry heard a tiny pop! in the fire behind him and knew Sirius had gone. He watched the bottom of the spiral staircase. Who had decided to go for a stroll at one o’clock in the morning, and stopped Sirius from telling him how to get past a dragon?

It was Ron. Dressed in his maroon paisley pajamas, Ron stopped dead facing Harry across the room, and looked around.

“Who were you talking to?” he said.

“What’s that got to do with you?” Harry snarled. “What are you doing down here at this time of night?”

“I just wondered where you —” Ron broke off, shrugging. “Nothing. I’m going back to bed.”

“Just thought you’d come nosing around, did you?” Harry shouted. He knew that Ron had no idea what he’d walked in on, knew he hadn’t done it on purpose, but he didn’t care — at this moment he hated everything about Ron, right down to the several inches of bare ankle showing beneath his pajama trousers.

“Sorry about that,” said Ron, his face reddening with anger. “Should’ve realized you didn’t want to be disturbed. I’ll let you get on with practicing for your next interview in peace.”

Harry seized one of the POTTER REALLY STINKS badges off the table and chucked it, as hard as he could, across the room. It hit Ron on the forehead and bounced off.

“There you go,” Harry said. “Something for you to wear on Tuesday. You might even have a scar now, if you’re lucky. . .. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

He strode across the room toward the stairs; he half expected Ron to stop him, he would even have liked Ron to throw a punch at him, but Ron just stood there in his too-small pajamas, and Harry, having stormed upstairs, layawake in bed fuming for a long time afterward and didn’t hear him come up to bed.

Cedric did this weird thing where he Transfigured a rock on the ground. . . turned it into a dog. . . he was trying to make the dragon go for the dog instead of him. Well, it was a pretty cool bit of Transfiguration, and it sort of worked, because he did get the egg, but he got burned as well - the dragon changed its mind halfway through and decided it would rather have him than the Labrador; he only just got away. And that Fleur girl tried this sort of charm, I think she was trying to put it into a trance - well, that kind of worked too, it went all sleepy, but then it snored, and this great jet of flame shot out, and her skirt caught fire - she put it out with a bit of water out of her wand. And Krum - you won't believe this, but he didn't even think of flying! He was probably the best after you, though. Hit it with some sort of spell right in the eye. Only thing is, it went trampling around in agony and squashed half the real eggs - they took marks off for that, he wasn't supposed to do any damage to them."

想起电影里的波特挂墙摇摇欲坠火龙在头顶随时袭击这点演了二十分钟就头痛。第一个项目是要体现“通过”那些“守护”自己的蛋的巨龙，不是“斗”龙哇！而且那个围场也太小了吧，虽然说霍格沃茨人不多，但至少也该有个足球场那么大吧。还有三位勇士后场的时候都是独自一个人，电影演的太扯皮了，好像除了主角都有人护着。

真有画面感，而且魔药课好像烹饪课，而且除了love potion外还有wit-sharpening potion

　　"There's something funny, though," said Hermione ten minutes later, holding her pestle suspended over a bowl of scarab beetles. "How could Rita Skeeter have known . . . ?"

　　"Known what?" said Ron quickly. "You haven't been mixing up Love Potions, have you?"

　　"Don't be stupid," Hermione snapped, starting to pound up her beetles again. "No, it's just. . . how did she know Viktor asked me to visit him over the summer?"

　　Hermione blushed scarlet as she said this and determinedly avoided Ron's eyes.

　　"What?" said Ron, dropping his pestle with a loud clunk.

　　"He asked me right after he'd pulled me out of the lake,"

　　Hermione muttered. "After he'd got rid of his shark's head. Madam Pomfrey gave us both blankets and then he sort of pulled me away from the judges so they wouldn't hear, and he said, if I wasn't doing anything over the summer, would I like to -"

　　"And what did you say?" said Ron, who had picked up his pestle and was grinding it on the desk, a good six inches from his bowl, because he was looking at Hermione.

　　"And he did say he'd never felt the same way about anyone else," Hermione went on, going so red now that Harry could almost feel the heat coming from her, "but how could Rita Skeeter have heard him? She wasn't there ... or was she? Maybe she has got an Invisibility Cloak; maybe she sneaked onto the grounds to watch the second task. ..."

　　"And what did you say?" Ron repeated, pounding his pestle down so hard that it dented the desk.

　　"Well, I was too busy seeing whether you and Harry were okay to-"

　　"Fascinating though your social life undoubtedly is. Miss Granger," said an icy voice right behind them, and all three of them jumped, "I must ask you not to discuss it in my class. Ten points from Gryffindor."

觉着是后面几章写的最好的部分了，翻译有蛮大问题的（今年重看哈4的时候哈利背着Cedric的遗体回来终于有点想哭的感觉了，以前看为一直为丹尼的哭戏捉急，可能是年纪大了吧，心理承受能力大不如以前，就觉的他太不容易）

Harry slumped back against his pillows as Dumbledore disappeared. Hermione, Ron, and Mrs. Weasley were all looking at him. None of them spoke for a very long time.

　　"You've got to take the rest of your potion. Harry," Mrs. Weasley said at last. Her hand nudged the sack of gold on his bedside cabinet as she reached for the bottle and the goblet. "You have a good long sleep. Try and think about something else for a while . .

　　. think about what you're going to buy with your winnings!"

　　"I don't want that gold," said Harry in an expressionless voice. "You have it. Anyone can have it. I shouldn't have won it. It should've been Cedric's."

　　The thing against which he had been fighting on and off ever since he had come out of the maze was threatening to overpower him. He could feel a burning, prickling feeling in the inner corners of his eyes. He blinked and stared up at the ceiling.

　　"It wasn't your fault. Harry," Mrs. Weasley whispered.

　　"I told him to take the cup with me," said Harry.

　　Now the burning feeling was in his throat too. He wished Ron would look away.

　　Mrs. Weasley set the potion down on the bedside cabinet, bent down, and put her arms around Harry. He had no memory of ever being hugged like this, as though by a mother.

　　The full weight of everything he had seen that night seemed to fall in upon him as Mrs.

　　Weasley held him to her. His mother s face, his father's voice, the sight of Cedric, dead on the ground all started spinning in his head until he could hardly bear it, until he was screwing up his face against the howl of misery fighting to get out of him.

　　There was a loud slamming noise, and Mrs. Weasley and Harry broke apart. Hermione was standing by the window. She was holding something tight in her hand.

　　"Sorry," she whispered.

　　"Your potion, Harry," said Mrs. Weasley quickly, wiping her eyes on the back of her hand.

　　Harry drank it in one gulp. The effect was instantaneous. Heavy, irresistible waves of dreamless sleep broke over him; he fell back onto his pillows and thought no more.