Harry1 woke up on Sunday morning to find the dormitory blazing with winter sunlight and his arm reboned but very stiff. He sat up quickly and looked over at Colin's bed, but it had been blocked from view by the high curtains Harry had changed behind yesterday. Seeing that he was awake, Madam Pomfrey came bustling2 over with a breakfast tray and then began bending and stretching his arm and fingers.
“All in order,” she said as he clumsily fed himself porridge left-handed. “When you've finished eating, you may leave.”
Harry dressed as quickly as he could and hurried off to Gryffindor Tower, desperate to tell Ron and Hermione about Colin and Dobby, but they weren't there. Harry left to look for them, wondering where they could have got to and feeling slightly hurt that they weren't interested in whether he had his bones back or not.
As Harry passed the library, Percy Weasley strolled out of it, looking in far better spirits than last time they'd met.
“Oh, hello, Harry,” he said. “Excellent flying yesterday, really excellent. Gryffindor has just taken the lead for the House Cup - you earned fifty points!”
“You haven't seen Ron or Hermione, have you?” said Harry.
“No, I haven't,” said Percy, his smile fading. “I hope Ron's not in another girls'toilet …”
Harry forced a laugh, watched Percy walk out of sight, and then headed straight for Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. He couldn't see why Ron and Hermione would be in there again, but after making sure that neither Filch3 nor any prefects were around, he opened the door and heard their voices coming from a locked stall.
“It's me,” he said, closing the door behind him. There was a clunk, a splash, and a gasp4 from within the stall and he saw Hermione's eye peering through the keyhole.
`Harry!” she said. “You gave us such a fright - come in. How's your arm?”
“Fine,” said Harry, squeezing into the stall. An old cauldron was perched on the toilet, and a crackling from under the rim5 told Harry they had lit a fire beneath it. Conjuring6 up portable, waterproof7 fires was a speciality of Hermione's.
“We'd've come to meet you, but we decided8 to get started on the Polyjuice Potion,” Ron explained as Harry, with difficulty, locked the stall again. “We've decided this is the safest place to hide it.”
Harry started to tell them about Colin, but Hermione interrupted.
“We already know - we heard Professor McGonagall telling Professor Flitwick this morning. That's why we decided we'd better get going—”
“The sooner we get a confession9 out of Malfoy, the better,” snarled10 Ron. “D'you know what I think? He was in such a foul11 temper after the Quidditch match, he took it out on Colin.”
“There's something else,” said Harry, watching Hermione tearing bundles of knotgrass and throwing them into the potion. “Dobby came to visit me in the middle of the night.”
Ron and Hermione looked up, amazed. Harry told them everything Dobby had told him - or hadn't told him. Hermione and Ron listened with their mouths open.
“The Chamber12 of Secrets has been opened before?” Hermione said.
“This settles it,” said Ron in a triumphant13 voice. “Lucius Malfoy must've opened the Chamber when he was at school here and now he's told dear old Draco how to do it. It's obvious. Wish Dobby'd told you what kind of monster's in there, though. I want to know how come nobody's noticed it sneaking14 around the school.”
“Maybe it can make itself invisible,” said Hermione, prodding16 leeches18 to the bottom of the cauldron. “Or maybe it can disguise itself - pretend to be a suit of armor or something - I've read about Chameleon19 Ghouls—”
“You read too much, Hermione,” said Ron, pouring dead lacewings on top of the leeches. He crumpled20 up the empty lacewing bag and looked at Harry.“So Dobby stopped us from getting on the train and broke your arm.” He shook his head. “You know what, Harry? If he doesn't stop trying to save your life he's going to kill you.”
The news that Colin Creevey had been attacked and was now lying as though dead in the hospital wing had spread through the entire school by Monday morning. The air was suddenly thick with rumor21 and suspicion. The first years were now moving around the castle in tight-knit groups, as though scared they would be attacked if they ventured forth22 alone.
Ginny Weasley, who sat next to Colin Creevey in Charms, was distraught, but Harry felt that Fred and George were going the wrong way about cheering her up. They were taking turns covering themselves with fur or boils and jumping out at her from behind statues. They only stopped when Percy, apoplectic23 with rage, told them he was going to write to Mrs. Weasley and tell her Ginny was having nightmares.
Meanwhile, hidden from the teachers, a roaring trade in talismans24, amulets25, and other protective devices was sweeping26 the school. Neville Longbottom bought a large, evil-smelling green onion, a pointed27 purple crystal, and a rotting newt tail before the other Gryffindor boys pointed out that he was in no danger; he was a pure-blood, and therefore unlikely to be attacked.
“They went for Filch first,” Neville said, his round face fearful. “And everyone knows I'm almost a Squib.”
In the second week of December Professor McGonagall came around as usual, collecting names of those who would be staying at school for Christmas. Harry, Ron, and Hermione signed her list; they had heard that Malfoy was staying, which struck them as very suspicious. The holidays would be the perfect time to use the Polyjuice Potion and try to worm a confession out of him.
Unfortunately, the potion was only half finished. They still needed the bicorn horn and the boomslang skin, and the only place they were going to get them was from Snape's private stores. Harry privately28 felt he'd rather face Slytherin's legendary29 monster than let Snape catch him robbing his office.
“What we need,” said Hermione briskly as Thursday afternoon's double Potions lesson loomed30 nearer, “is a diversion. Then one of us can sneak15 into Snape's office and take what we need.” Harry and Ron looked at her nervously31.
“I think I'd better do the actual stealing,” Hermione continued in a matter-of-fact tone. “You two will be expelled if you get into any more trouble, and I've got a clean record. So all you need to do is cause enough mayhem to keep Snape busy for five minutes or so.”
Harry smiled feebly. Deliberately32 causing mayhem in Snape's Potions class was about as safe as poking33 a sleeping dragon in the eye.
Potions lessons took place in one of the large dungeons35. Thursday afternoon's lesson proceeded in the usual way. Twenty cauldrons stood steaming between the wooden desks, on which stood brass36 scales and jars of ingredients. Snape prowled through the fumes37, making waspish remarks about the Gryffindors'work while the Slytherins sniggered appreciatively. Draco Malfoy, who was Snape's favorite student, kept flicking38 puffer-fish eyes at Ron and Harry, who knew that if they retaliated40 they would get detention41 faster than you could say “Unfair.”
Harry's Swelling42 Solution was far too runny, but he had his mind on more important things. He was waiting for Hermione's signal, and he hardly listened as Snape paused to sneer44 at his watery45 potion. When Snape turned and walked off to bully46 Neville, Hermione caught Harry's eye and nodded.
Harry ducked swiftly down behind his cauldron, pulled one of Fred's Filibuster47 fireworks out of his pocket, and gave it a quick prod17 with his wand. The firework began to fizz and sputter48. Knowing he had only seconds, Harry straightened up, took aim, and lobbed it into the air; it landed right on target in Goyle's cauldron.
Goyle's potion exploded, showering the whole class. People shrieked49 as splashes of the Swelling Solution hit them. Malfoy got a faceful and his nose began to swell43 like a balloon; Goyle blundered around, his hands over his eyes, which had expanded to the size of a dinner plate - Snape was trying to restore calm and find out what had happened. Through the confusion, Harry saw Hermione slip quietly into Snape's office.
“Silence! SILENCE!” Snape roared. “Anyone who has been splashed, come here for a Deflating Draft - when I find out who did this—”
Harry tried not to laugh as he watched Malfoy hurry forward, his head drooping50 with the weight of a nose like a small melon. As half the class lumbered51 up to Snape's desk, some weighted down with arms like clubs, others unable to talk through gigantic puffed-up lips, Harry saw Hermione slide back into the dungeon34, the front of her robes bulging52.
When everyone had taken a swig of antidote53 and the various swellings had subsided54, Snape swept over to Goyle's cauldron and scooped55 out the twisted black remains56 of the firework. There was a sudden hush57.
“If I ever find out who threw this,” Snape whispered, “I shall make sure that person is expelled.”
Harry arranged his face into what he hoped was a puzzled expression. Snape was looking right at him, and the bell that rang ten minutes later could not have been more welcome.
“He knew it was me,” Harry told Ron and Hermione as they hurried back to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. “I could tell.”
Hermione threw the new ingredients into the cauldron and began to stir feverishly58.
“It'll be ready in two weeks,” she said happily.
“Snape can't prove it was you,” said Ron reassuringly59 to Harry. “What can he do?”
“Knowing Snape, something foul,” said Harry as the potion frothed and bubbled.
A week later, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were walking across the entrance hall when they saw a small knot of people gathered around the notice board, reading a piece of parchment that had just been pinned up. Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas beckoned60 them over, looking excited.
“They're starting a Dueling61 Club!” said Seamus. “First meeting tonight! I wouldn't mind dueling lessons; they might come in handy one of these days…”
“What, you reckon Slytherin's monster can duel62?” said Ron, but he, too, read the sign with interest.
“Could be useful,” he said to Harry and Hermione as they went into dinner. “Shall we go?”
Harry and Hermione were all for it, so at eight o'clock that evening they hurried back to the Great Hall. The long dining tables had vanished and a golden stage had appeared along one wall, lit by thousands of candles floating overhead. The ceiling was velvety63 black once more and most of the school eemed to be packed beneath it, all carrying their wands and looking excited.
“I wonder who'll be teaching us?” said Hermione as they edged into the chattering64 crowd. “Someone told me Flitwick was a dueling champion when he was young - maybe it'll be him.”
“As long as it's not -” Harry began, but he ended on a groan65: Gilderoy Lockhart was walking onto the stage, resplendent in robes of deep plum and accompanied by none other than Snape, wearing his usual black.
Lockhart waved an arm for silence and called “Gather round, gather round! Can everyone see me? Can you all hear me? Excellent!
“Now, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little dueling club, to train you all in case you ever need to defend yourselves as I myself have done on countless66 occasions - for full details, see my published works.
“Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape,” said Lockhart, flashing a wide smile. “He tells me he knows a tiny little bit about dueling himself and has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration67 before we begin. Now, I don't want any of you youngsters to worry - you'll still have your Potions master when I'm through with him, never fear!”
“Wouldn't it be good if they finished each other off?” Ron muttered in Harry's ear.
Snape's upper lip was curling. Harry wondered why Lockhart was still smiling; if Snape had been looking at him like that he'd have been running as fast as he could in the opposite direction.
Lockhart and Snape turned to face each other and bowed; at least, Lockhart did, with much twirling of his hands, whereas Snape jerked his head irritably68. Then they raised their wands like swords in front of them.
“As you see, we are holding our wands in the accepted combative69 position,” Lockhart told the silent crowd. “On the count of three, we will cast our first spells. Neither of us will be aiming to kill, of course.”
“I wouldn't bet on that,” Harry murmured, watching Snape baring his teeth.
“One - two - three—”
Both of them swung their wands above their heads and pointed them at their opponent; Snape cried: “Expelliarmus!” There was a dazzling flash of scarlet70 light and Lockhart was blasted off his feet: He flew backward off the stage, smashed into the wall, and slid down it to sprawl71 on the floor.
Malfoy and some of the other Slytherins cheered. Hermione was dancing on tiptoes. “Do you think he's all right?” she squealed72 through her fingers.
“Who cares?” said Harry and Ron together.
Lockhart was getting unsteadily to his feet. His hat had fallen off and his wavy73 hair was standing74 on end.
“Well, there you have it!” he said, tottering75 back onto the platform. “That was a Disarming77 Charm - as you see, I've lost my wand - ah, thank you, Miss Brown - yes, an excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape, but if you don't mind my saying so, it was very obvious what you were about to do. If I had wanted to stop you it would have been only too easy - however, I felt it would be instructive to let them see…”
Snape was looking murderous. Possibly Lockhart had noticed, because he said, “Enough demonstrating! I'm going to come amongst you now and put you all into pairs. Professor Snape, if you'd like to help me—”
They moved through the crowd, matching up partners. Lockhart teamed Neville with Justin Finch-Fletchley, but Snape reached Harry and Ron first.
“Time to split up the dream team, I think,” he sneered78. “Weasley, you can partner Finnigan. Potter—”
Harry moved automatically toward Hermione.
“I don't think so,” said Snape, smiling coldly. “Mr. Malfoy, come over here. Let's see what you make of the famous Potter. And you, Miss Granger - you can partner Miss Bulstrode.”
Malfoy strutted79 over, smirking80. Behind him walked a Slytherin girl who reminded Harry of a picture he'd seen in Holidays with Hags. She was large and square and her heavy jaw81 jutted82 aggressively. Hermione gave her a weak smile that she did not return.
“Face your partners!” called Lockhart, back on the platform. “And bow!”
Hrry and Malfoy barely inclined their heads, not taking their eyes off each other.
“Wands at the ready!” shouted Lockhart. “When I count to three, cast your charms to disarm76 your opponents - only to disarm them - we don't want any accidents - one … two … three—”
Harry swung his wand high, but Malfoy had already started on “two": His spell hit Harry so hard he felt as though he'd been hit over the head with a saucepan. He stumbled, but everything still seemed to be working, and wasting no more time, Harry pointed his wand straight at Malfoy and shouted, ” Rictusempra! ”
A jet of silver light hit Malfoy in the stomach and he doubled up, wheezing83.
“I said disarm only!” Lockhart shouted in alarm over the heads of the battling crowd, as Malfoy sank to his knees; Harry had hit him with a Tickling84 Charm, and he could barely move for laughing. Harry hung back, with a vague feeling it would be unsporting to bewitch Malfoy while he was on the floor, but this was a mistake; gasping85 for breath, Malfoy pointed his wand at Harry's knees, choked, ” Tarantallegra!” and the next second Harry's legs began to jerk around out of his control in a kind of quickstep.
“Stop! Stop!” screamed Lockhart, but Snape took charge. “Finite Incantatem!” he shouted; Harry's feet stopped dancing, Malfoy stopped laughing, and they were able to look up.
A haze86 of greenish smoke was hovering87 over the scene. Both Neville and Justin were lying on the floor, panting; Ron was holding up an ashen-faced Seamus, apologizing for whatever his broken wand had done; but Hermione and Millicent Bulstrode were still moving; Millicent had Hermione in a headlock and Hermione was whimpering in pain; both their wands lay forgotten on the floor. Harry leapt forward and pulled Millicent off. It was difficult: She was a lot bigger than he was.
“Dear, dear,” said Lockhart, skittering through the crowd, looking at the aftermath of the duels88. “Up you go, Macmillan…”
“Careful there, Miss Fawcett… Pinch it hard, it'll stop bleeding in a second,”
“I think I'd better teach you how to block unfriendly spells,” said Lockhart, standing flustered89 in the midst of the hall. He glanced at Snape, whose black eyes glinted, and looked quickly away. “Let's have a volunteer pair - Longbottom and Finch-Fletchley, how about you—”
“A bad idea, Professor Lockhart,” said Snape, gliding90 over like a large and malevolent91 bat. “Longbottom causes devastation92 with the simplest spells. We'll be sending what's left of Finch-Fletchley up to the hospital wing in a matchbox.” Neville's round, pink face went pinker. “How about Malfoy and Potter?” said Snape with a twisted smile.
“Excellent idea!” said Lockhart, gesturing Harry and Malfoy into the middle of the hall as the crowd backed away to give them room.
“Now, Harry,” said Lockhart. “When Draco points his wand at you, you do this.”
He raised his own wand, attempted a complicated sort of wiggling action, and dropped it. Snape smirked93 as Lockhart quickly picked it up, saying, “Whoops - my wand is a little overexcited—”
Snape moved closer to Malfoy, bent94 down, and whispered something in his ear. Malfoy smirked, too. Harry looked up nervously at Lockhart and said, “Professor, could you show me that blocking thing again?”
“Scared?” muttered Malfoy, so that Lockhart couldn't hear him.
“You wish,” said Harry out of the corner of his mouth.
Lockhart cuffed95 Harry merrily on the shoulder. “Just do what I did, Harry!”
“What, drop my wand?”
But Lockhart wasn't listening.
“Three - two - one - go!” he shouted.
Malfoy raised his wand quickly and bellowed96, ” Serpensortia!”
The end of his wand exploded. Harry watched, aghast, as a long black snake shot out of it, fell heavily onto the floor between them, and raised itself, ready to strike. There were screams as the crowd backed swiftly away, clearing the floor.
“Don't move, Potter,” said Snape lazily, clearly enjoying the sight of Harry standing motionless, eye to eye with the angry snake. “I'll get rid of it…”
“Allow me!” shouted Lockhart. He brandished97 his wand at the snake and there was a loud bang; the snake, instead of vanishing, flew ten feet into the air and fell back to the floor with a loud smack98. Enraged99, hissing100 furiously, it slithered straight toward Justin Finch-Fletchley and raised itself again, fangs101 exposed, poised102 to strike.
Harry wasn't sure what made him do it. He wasn't even aware of deciding to do it. All he knew was that his legs were carrying him forward as though he was on casters and that he had shouted stupidly at the snake, “Leave him alone!” And miraculously103 - inexplicably104 - the snake slumped105 to the floor, docile106 as a thick, black garden hose, its eyes now on Harry. Harry felt the fear drain out of him. He knew the snake wouldn't attack anyone now, though how he knew it, he couldn't have explained.
He looked up at Justin, grinning, expecting to see Justin looking relieved, or puzzled, or even grateful - but certainly not angry and scared.
“What do you think you're playing at?” he shouted, and before Harry could say anything, Justin had turned and stormed out of the hall.
Snape stepped forward, waved his wand, and the snake vanished in a small puff39 of black smoke. Snape, too, was looking at Harry in an unexpected way: It was a shrewd and calculating look, and Harry didn't like it. He was also dimly aware of an ominous107 muttering all around the walls. Then he felt a tugging108 on the back of his robes.
“Come on,” said Ron's voice in his ear. “Move - come on—”
Ron steered109 him out of the hall, Hermione hurrying alongside them. As they went through the doors, the people on either side drew away as though they were frightened of catching110 something. Harry didn't have a clue what was going on, and neither Ron nor Hermione explained anything until they had dragged him all the way up to the empty Gryffindor common room.
Then Ron pushed Harry into an armchair and said, “You're a Parselmouth. Why didn't you tell us?”
“I'm a what?” said Harry.
`A Parselmouth!” said Ron. “You can talk to snakes!”
“I know,” said Harry. “I mean, that's only the second time I've ever done it. I accidentally set a boa constrictor on my cousin Dudley at the zoo once - long story - but it was telling me it had never seen Brazil and I sort of set it free without meaning to that was before I knew I was a wizard—”
“A boa constrictor told you it had never seen Brazil?” Ron repeated faintly.
“So?” said Harry. “I bet loads of people here can do it.”
“Oh, no they can't,” said Ron. “It's not a very common gift. Harry, this is bad.”
“What's bad?” said Harry, starting to feel quite angry. “What's wrong with everyone? Listen, if I hadn't told that snake not to attack Justin—”
“Oh, that's what you said to it?”
“What d'you mean? You were there - you heard me—”
“I heard you speaking Parseltongue,” said Ron. “Snake language. You could have been saying anything - no wonder Justin panicked, you sounded like you were egging the snake on or something - it was creepy, you know—”
Harry gaped111 at him.
“I spoke112 a different language? But - I didn't realize - how can I speak a language without knowing I can speak it?”
Ron shook his head. Both he and Hermione were looking as though someone had died. Harry couldn't see what was so terrible.
“D'you want to tell me what's wrong with stopping a massive snake biting off Justin's head?” he said. “What does it matter how I did it as long as Justin doesn't have to join the Headless Hunt?”
“It matters,” said Hermione, speaking at last in a hushed voice, “because being able to talk to snakes was what Salazar Slytherin was famous for. That's why the symbol of Slytherin House is a serpent.”
Harry's mouth fell open.
“Exactly,” said Ron. “And now the whole school's going to think you're his great-great-great-great-grandson or something—”
“But I'm not,” said Harry, with a panic he couldn't quite explain.
“You'll find that hard to prove,” said Hermione. “He lived about a thousand years ago; for all we know, you could be.”
Harry lay awake for hours that night. Through a gap in the curtains around his four-poster he watched snow starting to drift past the tower window and wondered…
Could he be a descendant of Salazar Slithering? He didn't know anything about his father's family, after all. The Dursleys had always forbidden questions about his wizarding relatives.
Quietly, Harry tried to say something in Parseltongue. The words wouldn't come. It seemed he had to be face-to-face with a snake to do it.
But I'm in Gryffindor, Harry thought. The Sorting Hat wouldn't have put me in here if I had Slytherin blood…
Ah, said a nasty little voice in his brain, but the Sorting Hat wanted to put you in Slytherin, don't you remember?
Harry turned over. He'd see Justin the next day in Herbology and he'd explain that he'd been calling the snake off, not egging it on, which (he thought angrily, pummeling his pillow) any fool should have realized.
By next morning, however, the snow that had begun in the night had turned into a blizzard113 so thick that the last Herbology lesson of the term was canceled: Professor Sprout114 wanted to fit socks and scarves on the Mandrakes, a tricky115 operation she would entrust116 to no one else, now that it was so important for the Mandrakes to grow quickly and revive Mrs. Norris and Colin Creevey.
Harry fretted117 about this next to the fire in the Gryffindor common room, while Ron and Hermione used their time off to play a game of wizard chess.
“For heaven's sake, Harry,” said Hermione, exasperated118, as one of Ron's bishops119 wrestled120 her knight121 off his horse and dragged him off the board. “Go and find Justin if it's so important to you.”
So Harry got up and left through the portrait hole, wondering where Justin might be.
The castle was darker than it usually was in daytime because of the thick, swirling122 gray snow at every window. Shivering, Harry walked past classrooms where lessons were taking place, catching snatches of what was happening within. Professor McGonagall was shouting at someone who, by the sound of it, had turned his friend into a badger123. Resisting the urge to take a look, Harry walked on by, thinking that Justin might be using his free time to catch up on some work, and deciding to check the library first.
A group of the Hufliepuffs who should have been in Herbology were indeed sitting at the back of the library, but they didn't seem to be working. Between the long lines of high bookshelves, Harry could see that their heads were close together and they were having what looked like an absorbing conversation. He couldn't see whether Justin was among them. He was walking toward them when something of what they were saying met his ears, and he paused to listen, hidden in the Invisibility section.
“So anyway,” a stout124 boy was saying, “I told Justin to hide up in our dormitory. I mean to say, if Potter's marked him down as his next victim, it's best if he keeps a low profile for a while. Of course, Justin's been waiting for something like this to happen ever since he let slip to Potter he was Muggle-born. Justin actually told him he'd been down for Eton. That's not the kind of thing you bandy about with Slytherin's heir on the loose, is it?”
“You definitely think it is Potter, then, Ernie?” said a girl with blonde pigtails anxiously.
“Hannah,” said the stout boy solemnly, “he's a Parselmouth. Everyone knows that's the mark of a Dark wizard. Have you ever heard of a decent one who could talk to snakes? They called Slytherin himself Serpent-tongue.”
There was some heavy murmuring at this, and Ernie went on, “Remember what was written on the wall? Enemies of the Heir, Beware. Potter had some sort of run-in with Filch. Next thing we know, Flich's cat's attacked. That first year, Creevey, was annoying Potter at the Quidditch match, taking pictures of him while he was lying in the mud. Next thing we know - Creevey's been attacked.”
“He always seems so nice, though,” said Hannah uncertainly, “and, well, he's the one who made You-Know-Who disappear. He can't be all bad, can he?”
Ernie lowered his voice mysteriously, the Hufflepuffs bent closer, and Harry edged nearer so that he could catch Ernie's words.
“No one knows how he survived that attack by You-Know-Who. I mean to say, he was only a baby when it happened. He should have been blasted into smithereens. Only a really powerful Dark wizard could have survived a curse like that.” He dropped his voice until it was barely more than a whisper, and said, “That's probably why You- Know-Who wanted to kill him in the first place. Didn't want another Dark Lord competing with him. I wonder what other powers Potter's been hiding?”
Harry couldn't take anymore. Clearing his throat loudly, he stepped out from behind the bookshelves. If he hadn't been feeling so angry, he would have found the sight that greeted him funny: Every one of the Hufflepuffs looked as though they had been Petrified125 by the sight of him, and the color was draining out of Ernie's face.
“Hello,” said Harry. “I'm looking for Justin Finch-Fletchley.”
The Hufflepuffs'worst fears had clearly been confirmed. They all looked fearfully at Ernie.
“What do you want with him?” said Ernie in a quavering voice.
“I wanted to tell him what really happened with that snake at the Dueling Club,” said Harry.
Ernie bit his white lips and then, taking a deep breath, said, “We were all there. We saw what happened.”
“Then you noticed that after I spoke to it, the snake backed off?” said Harry.
“All I saw,” said Ernie stubbornly, though he was trembling as he spoke, “was you speaking Parseltongue and chasing the snake toward Justin.”
“I didn't chase it at him!” Harry said, his voice shaking with anger. “It didn't even touch him!”
“It was a very near miss,” said Ernie. “And in case you're getting ideas,” he added hastily, “I might tell you that you can trace my family back through nine generations of witches and warlocks and my blood's as pure as anyone's, so—”
“- I don't care what sort of blood you've got!” said Harry fiercely. “Why would I want to attack Muggle-borns?”
“I've heard you hate those Muggles you live with,” said Ernie swiftly.
“It's not possible to live with the Dursleys and not hate them,” said Harry. “I'd like to see you try it.”
He turned on his heel and stormed out of the library, earning himself a reproving glare from Madam Pince, who was polishing the gilded126 cover of a large spellbook.
Harry blundered up the corridor, barely noticing where he was going, he was in such a fury. The result was that he walked into something very large and solid, which knocked him backward onto the floor.
“Oh, hello, Hagrid,” Harry said, looking up.
Hagrid's face was entirely127 hidden by a woolly, snow-covered balaclava, but it couldn't possibly be anyone else, as he filled most of the corridor in his moleskin overcoat. A dead rooster was hanging from one of his massive, gloved hands.
“All righ', Harry?” he said, pulling up the balaclava so he could speak. “Why aren't yeh in class?”
“Canceled,” said Harry, getting up. “What're you doing in here?”
Hagrid held up the limp rooster.
“Second one killed this term,” he explained. “It's either foxes or a Blood-Suckin Bugbear, an'I need the Headmaster's permission ter put a charm around the hen coop.”
He peered more closely at Harry from under his thick, snowflecked eyebrows128.
“Yeh sure yeh're all righ'? Yeh look all hot an'bothered—”Harry couldn't bring himself to repeat what Ernie and the rest of the Hufflepuffs had been saying about him.
“It's nothing,” he said. “Id better get going, Hagrid, it's Transfiguration next and I've got to pick up my books.”
He walked off, his mind still full of what Ernie had said about him.
“Justin's been waiting for something like this to happen ever since he let slip to Potter he was Muggle-born…”
Harry stamped up the stairs and turned along another corridor, which was particularly dark; the torches had been extinguished by a strong, icy draft that was blowing through a loose windowpane. He was halfway129 down the passage when he tripped headlong over something lying on the floor.
He turned to squint130 at what he'd fallen over and felt as though his stomach had dissolved.
Justin Finch-Fletchley was lying on the floor, rigid131 and cold, a look of shock frozen on his face, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. And that wasn't all. Next to him was another figure, the strangest sight Harry had ever seen.
It was Nearly Headless Nick, no longer pearly-white and transparent132, but black and smoky, floating immobile and horizontal, six inches off the floor. His head was half off and his face wore an expression of shock identical to Justin's.
Harry got to his feet, his breathing fast and shallow, his heart doing a kind of drumroll against his ribs133. He lookedwildly up and down the deserted134 corridor and saw a line of spiders scuttling135 as fast as they could away from the bodies. The only sounds were the muffled136 voices of teachers from the classes on either side.
He could run, and no one would ever know he had been there. But he couldn't just leave them lying here… He had to get help… Would anyone believe he hadn't had anything to do with this?
As he stood there, panicking, a door right next to him opened with a bang. Peeves137 the Poltergeist came shooting out.
“Why, it's potty wee Potter!” cackled Peeves, knocking Harry's glasses askew138 as he bounced past him. “What's Potter up to? Why's Potter lurking—”
Peeves stopped, halfway through a midair somersault. Upside down, he spotted139 Justin and Nearly Headless Nick. He flipped140 the right way up, filled his lungs and, before Harry could stop him, screamed, “ATTACK! ATTACK! ANOTHER ATTACK! NO MORTAL OR GHOST IS SAFE! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! ATTAAAACK!”
Crash - crash - crash - door after door flew open along the corridor and people flooded out. For several long minutes, there was a scene of such confusion that Justin was in danger of being squashed and people kept standing in Nearly Headless Nick. Harry found himself pinned against the wall as the teachers shouted for quiet. Professor McGonagall came running, followed by her own class, one of whom still had black-and-white-striped hair. She used her wand to set off a loud bang, which restored silence, and ordered everyone back into their classes. No sooner had the scene cleared somewhat than Ernie the Hufflepuff arrived, panting, on the scene.
“Caught in the act!” Ernie yelled, his face stark141 white, pointing his finger dramatically at Harry.
“That will do, Macmillan!” said Professor McGonagall sharply.
Peeves was bobbing overhead, now grinning wickedly, surveying the scene; Peeves always loved chaos142. As the teachers bent over Justin and Nearly Headless Nick, examining them, Peeves broke into song:
“Oh, Potter, you rotter, oh, what have you done, You're killing143 off'students, you think it's good fun—”
“That's enough Peeves!” barked Professor McGonagall, and Peeves zoomed144 away backward, with his tongue out at Harry.
Justin was carried up to the hospital wing by Professor Flitwick and Professor Sinistra of the Astronomy department, but nobody seemed to know what to do for Nearly Headless Nick. In the end, Professor McGonagall conjured145 a large fan out of thin air, which she gave to Ernie with instructions to waft146 Nearly Headless Nick up the stairs. This Ernie did, fanning Nick along like a silent black hovercraft. This left Harry and Professor McGonagall alone together.
“This way, Potter,” she said.
“Professor,” said Harry at once, “I swear I didn't—”
“This is out of my hands, Potter,” said Professor McGonagall curtly147.
They marched in silence around a corner and she stopped before a large and extremely ugly stone gargoyle148.
“Lemon drop!” she said. This was evidently a password, because the gargoyle sprang suddenly to life and hopped149 aside as the wall behind him split in two. Even full of dread150 for what was coming, Harry couldn't fail to be amazed. Behind the wall was a spiral staircase that was moving smoothly151 upward, like an escalator. As he and Professor McGonagall stepped onto it, Harry heard the wall thud closed behind them. They rose upward in circles, higher and higher, until at last, slightly dizzy, Harry saw a gleaming oak door ahead, with a brass knocker in the shape of a griffin.
He knew now where he was being taken. This must be where Dumbledore lived.
星期六早上，哈利醒来时发现病房里闪耀着冬天的阳光，而他的手也重新长出了骨头，只是仍很僵硬。他一下子就坐起来，看向柯林的床，但它已经被重重的布帘围了起来，什么也看不到了。看到他醒了，波姆弗雷夫人急急忙忙地托来一盘早餐，接着开始弯下腰帮他舒展手臂和指头。
“全部都很顺利，”她说。在他用左手笨拙地喂食麦片时，“你吃完就可以离开了。”
哈利用尽可能快的速度穿上衣服就赶往格林芬顿塔，他迫不急待要把柯林和多比的事告诉罗思和荷米恩，但是他们都不在。哈利出去寻找他们，一边想着他们会去什么地方，一边又觉得有点难受，因为他们竟然对他的骨头是否长了回去的事显得漠不关心。
当哈利经过图书馆时，伯希正从里面闲逛出来，气色看起来比他们上一次见面时好得多。
“噢，你好，哈利，”他说，“精彩的飞行，昨天。实在太棒了，格林芬顿已经朝着最佳学院杯前进了——你得了50分！”
“你见到罗恩和荷米恩没有？”哈利问。
“没有，我没见到他们。”伯希说，他的微笑渐渐褪去了，“我希望罗恩不在另一个女孩子的洗手间里……”
哈利挤出一个笑容，然后看着伯希消失在视野中，他直接朝呻吟的麦托勒的厕所走去。他不知道为什么罗恩和荷米恩还会再去那个地方，但在确定费驰不在周围后，他打开门，听到他们的声音从那锁着的小室里传出来。
“是我，”他说着关上了身后的门。洗手间里传来水溅泼的声音和吃惊的抽气声，他接着看到荷米恩正盯着他。
“哈利！”她说，“你吓死我们了。进来——你的手怎样了？”
“没事了，”哈利边说边挤进洗手间，厕所里挂着一只破旧的大锅，边缘上有一道裂缝。荷米恩在它下面燃起了火。用魔法变出轻便又防水的火是荷米恩的专长。
“我们想去找你，但我们决定还是先开始着手神奇药浆的事。”罗恩解释说，在哈利费了很大劲锁上门时。“我们认为这是藏它的最安全的地方了。”
哈利开始告诉他们关于柯林的事，但荷米恩打断了他。“我们已经知道了。我们早上听到麦康娜教授告诉弗特卫教授。这就是为什么我们决定开始动手的原因——”
“我们越快让马尔夫承认越好，”罗恩咆哮着说，“难道你不知道我在想什么吗？自从快迪斯比赛后，他的脾气变得越来越恶劣，他会发泄在柯林身上了——”
“还有别的。”哈利说，看着荷米恩把一捆一捆的纠结草撕了扔到药汤里去。
“多比在半夜时跑来看我。”
罗恩和荷米恩惠外地抬起了头。哈利把多比说的每一件事都告诉了他们——包括他没说的。罗恩和荷米恩嘴巴张得大大地听着。
“秘室之谜以前被打开过？”荷米恩问。
“这解决了问题。”罗恩用一种胜利的语气说。“马尔夫的父亲在学校时一定打开过它。现在他告诉亲爱的马尔夫怎么做，很明显，他很希望多比告诉你里面有个怎么样的东西。我想知道的是为什么多比潜伏在学校附近，而居然没有一个人注意到？”
“可能它自身是我们肉眼看不到的，”荷米恩说，把蚂蟥捅到锅底，“又或者它自身能伪装成别的东西——扮成一套盔甲或别的什么。我读过《变身食尸者》……”
“你书看得太多了，荷米恩。”罗恩边说边把透明翅倒到蚂蟥上面。
“这么说多比阻止我们上火车并且打断了你的手……”他摇了摇头，“哈利，你知道什么？要是他不停止了救你的行动，他会杀了你的。”
到星期一早上，柯林遭到袭击，现在躺在医院濒临死亡的消息在全校传开了。
空气忽然因为谣言和怀疑变得沉重起来，一年级的学生现在正集中成群地向城堡转移，似乎为防止他们独自行动时会遭到袭击。
金妮坐在柯林旁边，心神烦乱不安。哈利觉得弗来德和乔治逗她开心的方法似乎不大有用，他们轮流披上毛皮，然后从雕像后面朝着她跳出来。气得伯希暴怒得几乎说不出话，说他正在打算写信给妈妈，告诉她金妮正处于噩运中时，他们才总算停了下来。
同时，瞒着老师们，学校里正在热火朝天地进行着护身符、平安符和其他护身物品的买卖。尼维尔买了一个大大的、味道怪异的绿洋葱，一个紫色的凸水晶和一条腐朽的水蜥尾巴，在这之前，格林芬顿的男孩子们都说他不会有危险：因为他是纯血统的，所以不大可能被袭击。
“他们会先找费驰，”尼维尔说，他那圆脸上写满恐惧，“每个人都知道他是个史愧伯。”
在十二月份的第二个星期，麦康娜教授照例收取圣诞节留校学生的名单。哈利、荷米恩和罗恩都在她的名单上签了名；他们听说马尔夫也留下来，这让他们非常怀疑。但假期将是使用神圣药浆，慢慢让他说出一切的最佳时间。
不走运的是，药只完成了一半。他们还需要双角兽的角和本斯兰的皮肤，而他们唯一能取得这些东西的地方，就是史纳皮的私人储藏室了。哈利觉得他宁愿去面对史林德林传说中的怪兽，也好过被史纳皮当场抓住。
“我们需要的，”荷米恩在星期四下午两节药剂用量课来临前急切地说，“是分头行动。这样我们其中一个就能潜进史纳皮的办公室，取得我们所需的东西。”
哈利和罗恩地看着她。
“我想最好还是我来偷，”荷米恩继续一副实事求是的模样。“你们要是惹麻烦就会被开除，而我从来没有不良记录。所以你们要做的就是故意制造一些混乱让史纳皮忙上至少5分钟。”
哈利惨然地地笑了。故意在史纳皮的课上制造混乱就跟去拨弄睡龙的眼睛没两样。
药剂课在一间大办公室里上。星期四下午的课进程和平时一样。二十个大锅在木桌上放成一排，上面放着黄铜尺和装药料的罐子。史纳皮在烟雾中踱着步，尖刻地讥讽着格林芬顿的学生，而当格林芬顿在工作时，史林德林的人却在一旁等着看笑话。马尔夫——史纳皮最喜欢的学生，不时朝罗恩和哈利眨眨眼。他知道要是他们敢报复的话，他们会在来不及喊“不公平”之前就被罚禁烟。
哈利对肿大溶液最有兴趣。但现在他脑子里有更重要的事。他正在等荷米思的讯号，当史纳皮停下来讥笑他那无味的药时，他几乎没有听到。在史纳皮转过身去羞辱尼维尔时，荷米恩对哈利使了个眼色，点了点头。
哈利在他的汽锅后急速低下身子，从口袋里拉出一个弗来德的鞭炮并用魔杖迅速点燃。鞭炮开始发出嘶嘶和劈劈啪啪的声音。哈利知道他只有一秒钟的时间。他站起来，对准目标扔了出去；它正好落在马尔夫的汽锅里。
马尔夫的药汤爆开了，溅得满教室。人们尖叫连连，仿佛肿大溶液溅到了他们。
马尔夫面色发青，他的鼻子开始像汽球一样肿起来；高尔到处跌跌撞撞，用手掩住眼睛。正当史纳皮在竭力恢复安静并想看看发生什么事时，马尔夫一头撞到了餐碟上。在一片混乱中，哈利看到荷米恩偷偷溜出了门。
“安静！安静！”史纳皮咆哮着，“被溅到的人到这来敷药。要是我发现是谁干的好事……”
当哈利看到马尔夫顶着那肿得像甜瓜一样的鼻子垂着头急急跑上前时，他差点就忍不住笑了。班里的一大半人都涌上了史纳皮的课台。有的人手臂肿得像棍棒，抬不起来；有的嘴唇肿得话都讲不清楚。这时哈利看到荷米恩溜回来了。
当每个人都喝下解毒剂，吃了消肿药后，史纳皮走到马尔夫的药锅旁，起了鞭炮爆炸后剩下的一团黑黑的东西。忽然间周围一片寂静。
“要是我知道这是谁扔的，”史纳皮沉声说，“我一定会开除这个人。”
哈利装出一脸迷惑不解的样子。史纳皮正盯着他看。10分钟后响起了铃声，这对他而言简直是一种莫大的安慰。
“他知道是我干的，”哈利对罗恩和荷米恩说，在他们赶回呻吟的麦托勒的厕所小间的路上，“我确定。”
荷米恩把新的材料扔进锅里，并开始加热。
“两星期内就能准备好。”她高兴地说。
“史纳皮无法证明是你干的，”罗恩肯定地对哈利说，“他能做什么？”
“他是很险恶的。”哈利说，看着药汤冒着泡。
一星期后，当哈利，罗恩和荷米思穿过入场大厅时，他们看到一群人挤在布告栏前看着一张刚贴上去的通知。期瓦诺斯和达恩招手叫他们过去，一脸兴奋。
“格斗俱乐部就要开始了！”期瓦诺斯说，“今晚第一次集会！我可不介意格斗课，它们可以随时……”
“什么？你认为史林德林那帮怪物会格斗？”罗恩也感兴趣地看着布告。
“能派上用场，”吃饭的时候他对哈利和荷米恩说，“我们也去吗？”
哈利和荷米恩都表示赞成，所以那天晚上八点他们就赶回了大礼堂。长长的餐桌不见了，取而代之的是靠墙的一个金光闪闪的舞台，上面点着上千支蜡烛，天花板上是深紫色的，似乎整个训练班的人都被包裹在下面，他们都满脸兴奋，带着魔杖。
“我想知道是谁教我们？”当他们走近叽叽喳喳的人群时，荷米恩说，“有人告诉我弗立特教授年轻时是格斗冠军，说不定就是他。”
“就像……”哈利忽然痛苦地叫了一声，他看见罗克哈特教授走上了舞台，穿着他最好的长袍，旁边是史纳皮，穿着他平时的黑袍。
罗克哈特挥手示意人们安静下来，他叫道：“集中，集中到一起！
你们每个人都能看到我吗？都能听到我吗？好极了！”“现在，丹伯多教授已经同意我开设格斗俱乐部，来训练你们，以备你们有需要自我防卫的时候，就像我无数次——关于细节，可以在我的著作里看到。”
“让我介绍我的助手史纳皮教授，”罗克哈特说，露出一个大笑容，“他告诉我他自己对格斗懂得不少，并答应在我们开始之前提供一些暂时的帮助，现在，我不想让你们这帮年轻人担心——你们仍将拥有你们的药剂学老师，当我穿透他时。——别怕！”
“他们互相把对方结果了岂不更好？”罗恩对哈利嘀咕。
史纳皮的上唇紧抿着。哈利很想知道罗克哈特为什么还能微笑；要是史纳皮那样看着他，他早吓得落荒而逃了。
罗克哈特和史纳皮相互鞠了个躬。而后史纳皮愤怒地挺着头。
接着他们将各自的魔杖像剑～样举在前面。
“就像你们看到的我们用这种战斗的姿势举着魔杖，”罗克哈特告诉沉默的人群。“数到‘三’的时候，我们就会开始第一个符咒，当然我们的目的不是为了杀死对方。”
“我可不大相信。”哈利咕哝道，看着史纳皮露出他的牙齿。
他们两个人同时在肩膀上挥舞着魔杖，史纳皮大叫一声：“依斯毕利艾玛斯！”
一阵令人目眩神迷的红光闪过，罗克哈特的脚中了符咒：他飞回舞台一头撞进墙里，墙被撞倒，在地板上跌得粉碎。
马尔夫和其他的史林德林学生们欢呼起来。荷米恩急得欢呼起来。荷米恩急得直跺脚尖。“你觉得他还好吧？”她的手指发出嘎吱嘎吱的声音。
“谁管他呢？”哈利和罗恩异口同声地说。
罗克哈特步履不稳。他的帽子掉了，一头曲发都竖立起来。
“喔，你赢了！”他说，摇摇摆摆地走到讲台前面。“这就是夺刃魔法——就像你们看到的，我丢了我的魔杖——啊，谢谢，布朗小姐。
是的，演示一下是个好主意，史纳皮教授。但如果你不介意的话，我想说其实我清楚你想干什么。我要是想制止你的话简直易如反掌。
但是，我觉得让他们看一看是很有指导……“史纳皮看看起来一脸严酷。罗克哈特大概也注意到了，因为他说，”行了！我现在就把你们分成两人一组。史纳皮教授，假如你愿意来帮我的话……”
他们一边穿过人群穿，一边分组，罗克哈特把尼维尔和贾斯丁分在一起，而史纳皮首先来到哈利和罗恩面前。
“到时间分开这对梦幻组合了，我想。”他嘲讽着。“威斯里，你和芬尼更搭档，波特——”
哈利自动朝荷米恩移动脚步。
“我可不同意，”史纲皮冷冷地微笑着。“马尔夫先生，过来。让我们看看你和著名的波特能搭配成什么。你，格兰佐小姐——你和米丽森小姐一组。”
马尔夫神气十足地走过来，得意洋洋地笑了。在他后面走过来的一个史林德林女孩子，让哈利想起一副在《丑老婆和假日》里的画。
她又高又壮，厚厚的下巴好斗地伸着。荷米恩给了她一个谦虚的微笑，她却理都不理。
“面向你的拍档！”罗克哈特叫了起来，回到讲台上，“鞠躬！”
哈利和马尔夫紧盯着对方，头却不肯低下。
“准备好魔杖！”罗克哈特大喊，“当我数到‘三’时，开始练咒语解除对方的兵器——只要解除兵器就行了——我们不想发生任何意外事件。—……二……三……”
哈利在肩上舞动他的魔杖，但马尔夫在念到“二”时就已经开始了，他的符咒击中了哈利，让他觉得头上好像被一个长柄锅狠狠敲了一下。他跌倒了，但一切看起来都还正常。哈利看准时机，用魔杖指住马尔夫大叫一声：“瑞塔森皮拉！”
一束银光打中马尔夫的肚子，他急弯了起来，喘气连连。
“我说只是解除武器！”当马尔夫弯着膝盖倒下去时，罗克哈特在混战的人群头顶上大声警告。哈利犹豫着要不要回去，他强烈感觉到当马尔夫倒在地上时，对他使魔法可就不那么好了。但他错了。
马尔夫喘着气，用魔杖指住哈利的膝盖，拼命憋出一个词：“塔安塔勒哥拉！”
哈利的脚马上木受控制地飞旋了起来。
“住手！住手！‘罗克哈特大叫，但史纳皮控制了局面。
“菲尼特因炊塔腾！”他大叫。哈利停止了跳舞，马尔夫停止了笑。他们都向上看。
一股绿色的烟雾正在空中盘旋。尼维尔和贾斯丁都躺在地上气喘吁吁的。罗恩正抓着脸色苍白的谢默斯，为他那断了的魔杖做的事道歉；但荷米恩和米丽林仍在动；荷米恩被米丽森揪住脑袋，正在痛苦地嗓泣。她们俩的魔杖都被遗忘在地上。
哈利跳过去推开米丽森；但实在是太困难的，因为她比他还壮。
“天啊，天啊，”罗克哈特轻轻掠过人群，看着格斗的后果。“起来，玛迷兰；小心点，米丽森小姐……痛虽很不好受，但一会就会停止的，布特……”
“我想我最好还是教你们怎样锁上不友好的咒语。”罗克哈特站在大厅当中慌乱地说。他盯着史纳皮，他的黑眼睛正闪着光，迅速地转了一圈。“让自愿的搭档——贾斯丁和尼维尔来表演，好不好？”
“坏主意，罗克哈特教授。”史纳皮说，像一只又大又满怀恶意的编幅一样滑动着。“贾斯丁能用最简单的符咒引起毁灭。我们将会不得不送尼维尔的残躯到医院里去。”尼维尔那粉红色的圆脸蛋更红了。“哈利和马尔夫怎么样？”史纳皮露出一个扭曲了的微笑。
“好主意！”罗克哈特说，他示意让人群退后，给他们让出空间，并把哈利和马尔夫叫到大厅中央。
“现在，哈利，”罗克哈特说，“当马尔夫用他的魔杖指着你时，你就这样做。”
他举起他的魔杖试图做一种复杂的迅速摆动，但它掉了下去，史纳皮一脸假笑。
当罗克哈特迅速弯下身把它捡起来时，他说，“喔，这个魔杖好像太兴奋了点。”
史纳皮向马尔夫走过去，弯下身在他身边悄悄低语。马尔夫也得意地笑了。哈利紧张地看着罗克哈特说：“教授，你能不能再示范一次上锁咒？”
“害怕了？”马尔夫低声说，免得罗克哈特听到。
“你凭你？”哈利以嘴角挤出一句话。
罗克哈特愉快地拍拍哈利的肩膀，“就照我那样做，哈利！”
“什么？让我的魔杖掉下？”
但罗克哈特没有听。
“三……二……一，开始！”他大喊。
马尔夫飞快地举起他的魔杖大吼一声：“超级大变法！”
他那魔杖的末端爆开了，一条黑蛇从里面射出来，重重落在地板上，当它抬起头准备攻击时，哈利被吓呆了。人群迅速往后退，不时有人尖叫。
“别动，波特。”史纳皮懒洋洋地说，很显然他非常乐意看到哈利跟那发怒的蛇四眼相对，一动不动的样子。“我会除掉它的……”
“让我来！”罗克哈特大叫。他对着蛇挥动他的魔杖，发出一阵砰砰作响的声音。蛇并没消失，而是升起10英尺高，接着又摔回地板上，发出一声巨响。它被激怒了，狂暴地发出嘶嘶的声音。径直滑向贾斯丁，抬起身子，露出尖齿，准备开始攻击。
哈利并不知道是什么让他这么做的，他甚至连想都没想。他所知道的只是他的脚机械地带着他走，仿佛脚上装了轮子，然后他愚蠢地对着蛇大喝：“离开他！”
奇迹般地，超乎想象地，蛇跌回地板，驯服得像只绵羊。它看着哈利。哈利觉得它被恐惧淹没了。他知道这蛇现在不会再袭击任何人了，尽管他不能解释他为什么会知道。
他看着贾斯丁，露齿笑着，希望看到贾斯丁解脱、迷惑或感激的表情——当然，不是愤怒和害怕。
“你以为你刚才在干什么？”他大叫，在哈利来不及说什么之前，贾斯丁已经回过身冲出了礼堂。
史纳皮走上前来，挥舞了几下魔杖，蛇就化成一缕黑烟消失了。
史纳皮也用一种意外的表情看着哈利，那是一种狡猾的表情。哈利一点也不喜欢它。他隐隐约约听到墙的周围有一阵不祥的，危险的咕哝。接着他感到有人扯着他背上的长袍。
“过来，”罗恩凑在他耳边说，“来，过来——”
罗恩把他拉出礼堂，荷米恩在一旁紧跟着，当他们经过大门时，两边的人让出一条路，似乎怕沾上什么东西。哈利对发生什么事一无所知，而罗恩和荷米恩都没有告诉他，直到他们把他拉进格林芬顿空无一人的宿舍里。接着罗恩把哈利推进安乐椅，说：“你是帕斯尔莫斯！为什么你不告诉我们？”
“我怎么啦？”哈利问。
“你是一个帕斯尔莫斯！”罗恩说，“你能和蛇说话！”
“我知道了，”哈利说，“我说，这只是我第二次这么做。有一次在动物园里我偶然制止了一条缠在我堂弟达德里身上的大蟒蛇——说来话长——它告诉我它从没到过巴西，我于是放它自由。那是在我知道我是巫师以前的事了。”
“一条大蟒蛇告诉你它从没到过巴西？”罗恩不可置信地重复。
“嗯！”哈利说，“我打赌许多这里的人都能做得到。”
“噢，不，他们不行。”罗恩说，“这可不是一件普通的事。哈利，这太糟糕了。”
“有什么不好的？”哈利开始生气了，“你们每个人到底都怎么啦？听着，如果我没有叫那蛇不要攻击贾斯丁的话……”“噢，这就是s你对它说的？”
“你这是什么意思？你在那，你听到我说话的。”
“我听到你讲帕斯尔莫斯，”罗恩回答，“蛇的语言。你一定说了些什么。难怪贾斯工会被吓坏了。你听起来就像在教唆那蛇或什么别的。它很烦人，这你知道。”
哈利目瞪口呆地瞪着他。
“我说了别的语言？可是——我没有意识到——我怎么可能在讲另一种语言而自己却不知道呢？”
罗恩摇了摇头。他和荷米恩看起来就像死了什么人一样。哈利无法想象为什么会这么恐怖。
“难道你不想告诉我，阻止一条肮脏的大蛇咬下贾斯丁的头有什么不好的吗？”
他说，“我是怎么做到的，难道跟贾斯丁不必变成无头鬼一样重要吗？”
“是的。”荷米恩终于用一种缓和的声音回答了，“因为能跟蛇谈话是撒拉沙。”
史林德林最为有名的就是可以跟蛇谈话。这就是为何史林德林学院的标志是莽蛇的原因。“哈利的嘴半天合不拢。
“事实上，现在整个学校都会以为你就是撒拉沙的曾——曾——曾——曾——曾孙子或其他什么……”
“但我不是。”哈利用一种连他也解释不了的痛苦声音说。
“你将会发现这有多难证明，”荷米恩说，“他是1000多年前的人，我们都知道这一点，你也知道的。”
那天晚上哈利失眠了。透过挂在四根柱上的窗帘上的裂缝，他看着雪开始从塔窗上落下来，在空中飘荡。
他会是撒拉沙。史林德林的后代吗？毕竟他对他父亲家族的事一无所知。杜史林总是不准别人问关于他那些巫师亲戚的事。
安静地，哈利试图讲一些蛇语。但一个字也说不出来。似乎只有跟蛇类面对面时他才做得到。
“但是我在格林芬顿，”哈利想。“分类帽不会把我分到这里来的，假如我有史林德林的血液的话……”
“啊！”他脑海里有一个讨厌的小声音说，“可是分类帽试过要把你分到史林德林那边去，你不记得了吗？”
哈利翻了个身。他想，第二天在草药课见到贾斯丁时，一定要向他解释说他只是让那蛇走开，而不是在教唆它。（他恼火地想着，拍打着枕头，这一点连白痴都应该看得出的。）
但是到了第二天，夜里开始下的雪变成了暴风雪。这学期的最后一次草药课被取消了。史鲍特教授决定要在曼德拉克斯织短袜和围巾，这项微妙的工作她只相信让自己来做。
当罗恩和荷米恩做完功课用魔棋在玩游戏时，哈利正为此在格林芬顿的宿舍里烦躁到极点。
“看在上帝的份上，哈利，”荷米恩被激怒了，当罗恩的一个象把她的马吃了时，“如果真的那么重要你就去找贾斯丁。”
于是哈利站起来，穿过门洞，想看看贾斯丁会在哪。
因为又厚又灰的雪覆盖在每一个窗子上，城堡看起来比平时白天的这个时候更黑。打了个冷颤，哈利穿过正在上课的教室，站了片刻，想看看里面正在干什么。
麦康娜教授正对着某个人大吼。哈利压下想要看看究竟的念头，他继续向前走，他想贾斯丁可能利用自由活动的时间在赶其他功课，于是他决定到图书馆看一下。
一群原本该在草药库的海夫巴夫学生正坐在图书馆的后面，但他们看起来不像在学习。在两排长长的书架中间，哈利可以看到他们的头靠在一起，好像有什么吸引人的对话。他没到贾斯丁。当他走向海夭巴夫那伙人时，有一些话落到了他耳里，他停下来听，躲在隐形部后面。
“不管怎么说，”一个胖男孩说，“我叫贾斯丁躲在我们宿舍里。
我的意思是说，要是波特把他当作他的下一个目标的话，他最好还是先躲一阵子。当然自从他不小心告诉波特自己是马格人出身的人之后，贾斯丁就一直在等这一天的到来了。实际上，贾斯丁告诉过他，他曾因此倒霉过。这可不是可随便透露给史林德林的后代的事，不是吗？”
“你已经认定是波特了吗？尔尼？”一个扎着马尾的金发女孩急切地问。
“啊啊，”那胖男孩严肃地说，“他是一个帕斯尔莫斯，每个人都知道这是神秘巫师的标志。你可听过哪个平常人能和蛇交谈的？他们管史林德林叫蛇语。”
这话引起了一阵嘀咕，尔尼继续说，“还记得墙上的字吗？敌人的后代小心？
波特和费驰有些过节。接下来我们知道，费驰的猫遭到袭击，一年级生格雷锐在快迪斯比赛中惹得波特不高兴，因为把他躺在泥里的样子拍了照。接下来，他就被袭击了。”
“但他看起来总是那么亲切，”那女孩不确定地说，“但，喔，他正是让‘那个人’消失的人。起码，他不完全是坏的，是吗？”
尔尼神秘兮兮地降低了声音，海夫巴夫的人都弯下身去，哈利为了听他说什么，又朝旁边挪了挪。
“没有人知道他是怎么从‘那个人’的袭击下保住性命的，我是说，那时他还只是个婴儿，他应该早被撕成碎片了，只有一个真正的神秘巫师才能在那样的诅咒下生存下来。”他把声音放低到几乎像耳语一般，“那大概是‘那个人’第一次想杀他的原因，是因为他不想有一个神秘巫师跟他竞争。我真想知道波特还有什么本事没露出来。”
哈利听不下去，他大声地清清嗓子，从书架后面走出来。假如他不是那么愤怒的话，他会发现他们迎接他的场面非常有趣：每一个人好像在看到他的那一刻都吓傻了，尔尼脸上变得毫无血色。
“嗨！”哈利说，“我正在找贾斯丁。”
海夫已夫学院人最大的恐惧得到了证实。他们都害怕地看着尔尼。
“你找他干什么？”尔尼颤抖声音问。
“我要告诉他在格斗格乐部和那蛇发生的事。”哈利说。
尔尼舔了舔花白的嘴唇，深吸了口气，说：“我们都在那。我们看到了发生的事。”
“那你注意到了吗？当我和蛇讲完话后它就退回去了。”哈利问。
“我所看到的，”尔尼边说边发抖，结结巴巴地，“是你在讲蛇语，教唆蛇去咬了贾斯丁。”
“我没教唆它！”哈利的声音因愤怒而颤抖，“它连碰都没碰他！”
“那只差一点点，”尔尼回答，“为了让你知道，”他紧张地加上，“我想告诉你，你可以追溯我的家族到9代前的女巫和男巫师。我的血统就像其他人一样纯，所以——”
“我不管你有什么样的血统！”哈利粗暴地说，“为什么我要袭击马格出身的人？”
“我听说你憎恨和你住在一起的马格人。”尔尼急急地答。
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devastation
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