Harry1 could not move a muscle. He lay there beneath the Invisibility Cloak feeling the blood from his nose flow, hot and wet, over his face, listening to the voices and
footsteps in the corridor beyond. His immediate2 thought was that someone would, surely check the compartments4 before the train departed again. But at once came the
dispiriting realization5 that even if somebody looked into the compartment3, he would be neither seen nor heard. His best hope was that somebody else would walk in and
step on him.
Harry had never hated Malfoy more than as he lay there, like an absurd turtle on its back, blood dripping sickeningly into his open mouth. What a stupid situation to
have landed himself in... and now the last few footsteps were dying away; everyone was shuffling6 along the dark platform outside; he could hear the scraping of trunks
Ron and Hermione would think that he had left the train without them. Once they arrived at Hogwarts and took their places in the Great Hall, looked up and down the
Gryffindor table a few times, and finally realized that he was not there, he, no doubt, would be halfway8 back to London.
He tried to make a sound, even a grunt9, but it was impossible. Then he remembered that some wizards, like Dumbledore, could perform spells without speaking, so he tried
to summon his wand, which had fallen out of his hand, by saying the words Accio Wand! over and over again in his head, but nothing happened.
He thought he could hear the rustling10 of the trees that surrounded the lake, and the far-off hoot11 of an owl12, but no hint of a search being made or even (he despised
himself slightly for hoping it) panicked voices wondering where Harry Potter had gone. A feeling of hopelessness spread through him as he imagined the convoy13 of
thestral-drawn14 carriages trundling up to the school and the muffled15 yells of laughter issuing from whichever carriage Malfoy was riding in, where he could be recounting
his attack on Harry to Crabbe, Goyle, Zabini, and Pansy Parkinson.
The train lurched, causing Harry to roll over onto his side. Now he was staring at the dusty underside of the seats instead of the ceiling. The floor began to vibrate
as the engine roared into life. The Express was leaving and nobody knew he was still on it...
Then he felt his Invisibility Cloak fly off him and a voice overhead said, “Wotcher, Harry.”
There was a flash of red light and Harry's body unfroze; he was able to push himself into a more dignified16 sitting position, hastily wipe the blood off his bruised17 race
with the back of his hand, and raise his head to look up at Tonks, who was holding the Invisibility Cloak she had just pulled away.
“We'd better get out of here, quickly,” she said, as the train windows became obscured with steam and they began to move out of the station. “Come on, we'll jump.”
Harry hurried after her into the corridor. She pulled open the train door and leapt onto the platform, which seemed to be sliding underneath18 them as the train gathered
momentum19. He followed her, staggered a little on landing, then straightened up in time to see the gleaming scarlet20 steam engine pick up speed, round the corner, and
disappear from view.
The cold night air was soothing21 on his throbbing22 nose. Tonks was looking at him; he felt angry and embarrassed that he had been discovered in such a ridiculous
position. Silently she handed him back the Invisibility Cloak.
“Who did it?”
“Draco Malfoy,” said Harry bitterly. “Thanks for... well...”
“No problem,” said Tonks, without smiling. From what Harry could see in the darkness, she was as mousy-haired and miserable-lookinng as she had been when he had met
her at the Burrow23. “I can fix your nose if you stand still.”
Harry did not think much of this idea; he had been intending to visit Madam Pomfrey, the matron, in whom he had a little more confidence when it came to Healing Spells,
but it seemed rude to say this, so he stayed stock-still and closed his eyes.
“Episkey,” said Tonks.
Harry's nose felt very hot, and then very cold. He raised a hand and felt gingerly. It seemed to be mended.
“Thanks a lot!”
“You'd better put that cloak back on, and we can walk up to the school,” said Tonks, still unsmiling. As Harry swung the cloak back over himself, she waved her wand;
an immense silvery four-legged creature erupted from it and streaked25 off into the darkness.
“Was that a Patronus?” asked Harry, who had seen Dumbledore send messages like this.
“Yes, I'm sending word to the castle that I've got you or they'll worry. Come on, we'd better not dawdle26.”
They set off toward the lane that led to the school.
“How did you find me?”
“I noticed you hadn't left the train and I knew you had that cloak. I thought you might be hiding for some reason. When I saw the blinds were drawn down on that
compartment I thought I'd check.”
“But what are you doing here, anyway?” Harry asked.
“I'm stationed in Hogsmeade now, to give the school extra protection,” said Tonks.
“Is it just you who's stationed up here, or—?”
“No, Proudfoot, Savage27, and Dawlish are here too.”
“Dawlish, that Auror Dumbledore attacked last year?”
“That's right.”
They trudged28 up the dark, deserted29 lane, following the freshly made carriage tracks. Harry looked sideways at Tonks under his cloak. Last year she had been inquisitive30
(to the point of being a little annoying at times), she had laughed easily, she had made jokes. Now she seemed older and much more serious and purposeful. Was this all
the effect of what had happened at the Ministry31? He reflected uncomfortably that Hermione would have suggested he say something consoling about Sirius to her, that it
hadn't been her fault at all, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He was far from blaming her for Sirius's death; it was no more her fault than anyone else's (and
much less than his), but he did not like talking about Sirius if he could avoid it. And so they tramped on through the cold night in silence, Tonks's long cloak
whispering on the ground behind them.
Having always traveled there by carriage, Harry had never before appreciated just how far Hogwarts was from Hogsmeade Station. With great relief he finally saw the tall
pillars on either side of the gates, each topped with a winged boar. He was cold, he was hungry and he was quite keen to leave this new, gloomy Tonks behind. But when
he put out a hand to push open the gates, he found them chained shut.
“Alohomora!” he said confidently, pointing his wand at the padlock, but nothing happened.
“That won't work on these,” said Tonks. “Dumbledore bewitched them himself.”
Harry looked around.
“I could climb a wall,” he suggested.
“No, you couldn't,” said Tonks flatly. “Anti-intruder jinxes on all of them. Security's been tightened32 a hundredfold this summer.”
“Well then,” said Harry, starting to feel annoyed at her lack of helpfulness, “I suppose I'll just have to sleep out here and wait for morning.”
“Someone's coming down for you,” said Tonks, “Look.”
A lantern was bobbing at the distant foot of the castle. Harry was so pleased to see it he felt he could even endure Filch34's wheezy criticisms of his tardiness35 and
rants36 about how his timekeeping would improve with the regular application of thumbscrews. It was not until the glowing yellow light was ten feet away from them, and
had pulled off his Invisibility Cloak so that he could be seen, that he recognized, with a rush of pure loathing37, the uplit hooked nose and long, black, greasy38 hair of
Severus Snape.
“Well, well, well,” sneered39 Snape, taking out his wand and tapping the padlock once, so that the chains snaked backward and the gates creaked open. “Nice of you to
turn up, Potter, although you have evidently decided40 that the wearing of school robes would detract from your appearance.”
“I couldn't change, I didn't have my —” Harry began, but Snape cut across him.
“There is no need to wait, Nymphadora, Potter is quite—ah—safe in my hands.”
“I meant Hagrid to get the message,” said Tonks, frowning.
“Hagrid was late for the start-of-term feast, just like Potter here, so I took it instead. And incidentally,” said Snape, standing41 back to allow Harry to pass him, “
I was interested to see your new Patronus.”
He shut the gates in her face with a loud clang and tapped the chains with his wand again, so that they slithered, clinking, back into place.
“I think you were better off with the old one,” said Snape, the malice42 in his voice unmistakable. “The new one looks weak.”
As Snape swung the lantern about, Harry saw, fleetingly43, a look of shock and anger on Tonks's face. Then she was covered in darkness once more.
“Goodnight,” Harry called to her over his shoulder, as he began the walk up to the school with Snape. “Thanks for ... everything,”
“See you, Harry.”
Snape did not speak for a minute or so. Harry felt as though his body was generating waves of hatred44 so powerful that it seemed incredible that Snape could not feel
them burning him. He had loathed45 Snape from their first encounter, but Snape had placed himself forever and irrevocably beyond the possibility of Harry's forgiveness by
his attitude toward Sirius. Whatever Dumbledore said, Harry had had time to think over the summer, and had concluded that Snape's snide remarks to Sirius about
remaining safely hidden while the rest of the Order of the Phoenix46 were off fighting Voldemort had probably been a powerful factor in Sirius rushing off to the Ministry
the night that he had died. Harry clung to this notion, because it enabled him to blame Snape, which felt satisfying, and also because he knew that if anyone was not
sorry that Sirius was dead, it was the man now striding next to him in the darkness.
“Fifty points from Gryffindor for lateness, I think,” said Snape. “And, let me see, another twenty for your Muggle attire47. You know, I don't believe any House has
ever been in negative figures this early in the term—we haven't even started pudding. You might have set a record, Potter.”
The fury and hatred bubbling inside Harry seemed to blaze white-hot, but he would rather have been immobilized all the way back to London than tell Snape why he was
late.
“I suppose you wanted to make an entrance, did you?” Snape continued. “And with no flying car available you decided that bursting into the Great Hall halfway through
the feast ought to create a dramatic effect.”
Still Harry remained silent, though he thought his chest might explode. He knew that Snape had come to fetch him for this, for the few minutes when he could needle and
torment48 Harry without anyone else listening.
They reached the castle steps at last and as the great oaken front doors swung open into the vast flagged entrance hall, a burst of talk and laughter and of tinkling49
plates and glasses greeted them through the doors standing open into the Great Hall. Harry wondered whether he could slip his Invisibility Cloak back on, thereby50
gaining his seat at the long Gryffindor table (which, inconveniently51, was the farthest from the entrance hall) without being noticed.
As though he had read Harry's mind, however, Snape said, “No cloak. You can walk in so that everyone sees you, which is what you wanted, I'm sure.”
Harry turned on the spot and marched straight through the open doors: anything to get away from Snape. The Great Hall with its four long House tables and its staff
table set at the top of the room was decorated as usual with floating candles that made the plates below glitter and glow. It was all a shimmering52 blur53 to Harry,
however, who walked so fast that he was passing the Hufflepuff table before people really started to stare, and by the time they were standing up to get a good look at
him, he had spotted54 Ron and Hermione, sped along the benches toward them, and forced his way in between them.
“Where've you—blimey, what've you done to your face?” said Ron, goggling55 at him along with everyone else in the vicinity.
“Why, what's wrong with it?” said Harry, grabbing a spoon and squinting56 at his distorted reflection.
“You're covered in blood!” said Hermione. “Come here —”
She raised her wand, said “Tergeo!” and siphoned off the dried blood.
“Thanks,” said Harry, feeling his now clean face. “How's my nose looking?”
“Normal,” said Hermoine anxiously. “Why shouldn't it? Harry, what happened? We've been terrified!”
“I'll tell you later,” said Harry curtly57. He was very conscious that Ginny, Neville, Dean, and Seamus were listening in; even Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor
ghost, had come floating along the bench to eavesdrop58.
“But —” said Hermione.
“Not now, Hermione,” said Harry, in a darkly significant voice. He hoped very much that they would all assume he had been involved in something heroic, preferably
involving a couple of Death Eaters and a dementor. Of course, Malfoy would spread the story as wide as he could, but there was always a chance it wouldn't reach too
many Gryffindor ears.
He reached across Ron for a couple of chicken legs and a handful of chips, but before he could take them they vanished, to be replaced with puddings.
“You missed the Sorting, anyway,” said Hermione, as Ron dived for a large chocolate gateau.
“Hat say anything interesting?” asked Harry, taking a piece of treacle59 tart33.
“More of the same, really... advising us all to unite in the face enemies, you know.”
“Dumbledore mentioned Voldemort at all?”
“Not yet, but he always saves his proper speech for after the the feast doesn't he? It can't be long now.”
“Snape said Hagrid was late for the feast —”
“You've seen Snape? How come?” said Ron between frenzied60 mouthfuls of gateau.
“Bumped into him,” said Harry evasively.
“Hagrid was only a few minutes late,” said Hermione. “Look, he's waving at you, Harry.”
Harry looked up at the staff table and grinned at Hagrid, who was indeed waving at him. Hagrid had never quite managed to comport61 himself with the dignity of Professor
McGonagall, Head of Gryffindor House, the top of whose head came up to somewhere between Hagrid's elbow and shoulder as they were sitting side by side, and who was
looking disapprovingly62 at this enthusiastic greeting. Harry was surprised to see the Divination63 teacher, Professor Trelawney, sitting on Hagrid's other side; she rarely
left her tower room, and he had never seen her at the start-of-term feast before. She looked as odd as ever, glittering with beads64 and trailing shawls, her eyes
magnified to enormous size by her spectacles. Having always considered her a bit of a fraud, Harry had been shocked to discover at the end of the previous term that it
had been she who had made the prediction that caused Lord Voldemort to kill Harry's parents and attack Harry himself. The knowledge made him even less eager to find
himself in her company, thankfully, this year he would be dropping Divination. Her great beaconlike eyes swiveled in his direction; he hastily looked away toward the
Slytherin table. Draco Malfoy was miming65 the shatterering of a nose to raucous66 laughter and applause. Harry dropped his gaze to his treacle tart, his insides burning
again. What he would give to fight Malfoy one-on-one...
“So what did Professor Slughorn want?” Hermione asked.
“To know what really happened at the Ministry.” said Harry.
“Him and everyone else here,” sniffed67 Hermione. “People were interrogating68 us about it on the train, weren't they, Ron?”
“Yeah,” said Ron. “All wanting to know if you really are ‘the Chosen One’ —”
“There has been much talk on that very subject even amongst the ghosts,” interrupted Nearly Headless Nick, inclining his barely connected head toward Harry so that it
wobbled dangerously on its ruff. “I am considered something of a Potter authority; it is widely known that we are friendly. I have assured the spirit community that I
will not pester69 you for information, however. ‘Harry Potter knows that he can confide24 in me with complete confidence,’ I told them. ‘I would rather die than betray
his trust.'”
“That's not saying much, seeing as you're already dead,” Ron observed.
“Once again, you show all the sensitivity of a blunt axe,” said Nearly Headless Nick in affronted70 tones, and he rose into the air and glided71 back toward the far end
of the Gryffindor table just as Dumbledore got to his feet at the staff table. The talk and laughter echoing around the Hall died away almost instantly.
“The very best of evenings to you!” he said, smiling broadly, his arms opened wide as though to embrace the whole room.
“What happened to his hand?” gasped72 Hermione.
She was not the only one who had noticed. Dumbledore's right hand was as blackened and dead-looking as it had been on the night he had come to fetch Harry from the
Dursleys. Whispers swept the room; Dumbledore, interpreting them correctly, merely smiled and shook his purple-and-gold sleeve over his injury.
“Nothing to worry about,” he said airily. “Now ... to our new students, welcome, to our old students, welcome back! Another year full of magical education awaits
you... ”
“His hand was like that when I saw him over the summer,” Harry whispered to Hermione. “I thought he'd have cured it by now, though ... or Madam Pomfrey would've
done.”
“It looks as if it's died,” said Hermione, with a nauseated73 expression. “But there are some injuries you can't cure... old curses... and there are poisons without
“... and Mr. Filch, our caretaker, has asked me to say that there is a blanket ban on any joke items bought at the shop called Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes75.
“Those wishing to play for their House Quidditch teams should give their names to their Heads of House as usual. We are also looking for new Quidditch commentators76,
who should do likewise.
“We are pleased to welcome a new member of staff this year. Professor Slughorn.” Slughorn stood up, his bald head gleaming in the candlelight, his big waistcoated
belly77 casting the table into shadow, “is a former colleague of mine who has agreed to resume his old post of Potions master.”
“Potions?”
“Potions?”
The word echoed all over the Hall as people wondered whether they had heard right.
“Potions?” said Ron and Hermione together, turning to stare Harry. “But you said —”
“Professor Snape, meanwhile,” said Dumbledore, raising voice so that it carried over all the muttering, “will be taking the position of Defense78 Against the Dark Arts
teacher.”
“No!” said Harry, so loudly that many heads turned in his direction. He did not care; he was staring up at the staff table, incensed79. How could Snape be given the
Defense Against the Dark Arts job after all this time? Hadn't it been widely known for years that Dumbledore did not trust him to do it?
“But Harry, you said that Slughorn was going to be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts!” said Hermione.
“I thought he was!” said Harry, racking his brains to remember when Dumbledore had told him this, but now that he came to think of it, he was unable to recall
Dumbledore ever telling him what Slughorn would be teaching.
Snape, who was sitting on Dumbledore's right, did not stand up his mention of his name; he merely raised a hand in lazy acknowledgment of the applause from the
Slytherin table, yet Harry was sure he could detect a look of triumph on the features he loathed so much.
“Well, there's one good thing,” he said savagely80. “Snape'll be gone by the end of the year.”
“What do you mean?” asked Ron.
“That job's jinxed. No ones lasted more than a year... Quirrell actually died doing it... Personally, I'm going to keep my fingers crossed for another death... ”
“Harry!” said Hermione, shocked and reproachful.
“He might just go back to teaching Potions at the end of the year,” said Ron reasonably. “That Slughorn bloke might not want to stay long-term. Moody81 didn't.”
Dumbledore cleared his throat. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were not the only ones who had been talking; the whole Hall had erupted in a buzz of conversation at the news
that Snape had finally achieved his heart's desire. Seemingly oblivious82 to the sensational83 nature of the news he had just imparted, Dumbledore said nothing more about
staff appointments, but waited a few seconds to ensure that the silence was absolute before continuing.
“Now, as everybody in this Hall knows, Lord Voldemort and his followers84 are once more at large and gaining in strength.”
The silence seemed to tauten85 and strain as Dumbledore spoke86. Harry glanced at Malfoy. Malfoy was not looking at Dumbledore, but making his fork hover87 in midair with his
wand, as though he found the Headmaster's words unworthy of his attention.
“I cannot emphasize strongly enough how dangerous the present situation is, and how much care each of us at Hogwarts must take to ensure that we remain safe. The
castle's magical fortifications have been strengthened over the summer, we are protected in new and more powerful ways, but we must still guard scrupulously88 against
carelessness on the part of any student or member of staff. I urge you, therefore, to abide89 by any security restrictions90 that you teachers might impose upon you,
however irksome you might find them—in particular, the rule that you are not to be out of bed after hours. I implore91 you, should you notice anything strange or
suspicious within or outside the castle, to report it to a member of staff immediately. I trust you to conduct yourselves, always, with the utmost regard for your own
and others’ safety.”
Dumbledore's blue eyes swept over the students before he smiled once more.
“But now, your beds await, as warm and comfortable as you could possibly wish, and I know that your top priority is to be well-rested for your lessons tomorrow. Let us
therefore say good night. Pip pip!”
With the usual deafening92 scraping noise, the benches moved back and the hundreds of students began to file out of the Great Hall toward their dormitories. Harry, who
was in no hurry at all to leave with the gawping crowd, nor to get near enough to Malfoy to allow him to retell the story of the nose-stamping, lagged behind,
pretending to retie the lace on his trainer, allowing most of Gryffindors to draw ahead of him. Hermione had darted93 ahead to fulfill94 her prefect's duty of shepherding
the first years, but Ron remained with Harry.
“What really happened to your nose?” he asked, once they were at the very back of the throng95 pressing out of the Hall, and out of earshot of anyone else.
Harry told him. It was a mark of the strength of their friendship that Ron did not laugh.
“I saw Malfoy miming something to do with a nose,” he said darkly.
“Yeah, well, never mind that,” said Harry bitterly. “Listen to what he was saying before he found out I was there... ”
Harry had expected Ron to be stunned96 by Malfoy's boasts. With what Harry considered pure pigheadedness, however, Ron was unimpressed.
“Come on, Harry, he was just showing off for Parkinson... What kind of mission would You-Know-Who have given him?”
“How d'you know Voldemort doesn't need someone at Hogwarts? It wouldn't be the first —”
“I wish yeh'd stop sayin’ tha name, Harry,” said a reproachful voice behind them. Harry looked over his shoulder to see Hagtid shaking his head.
“Dumbledore uses that name,” said Harry stubbornly.
“Yeah, well, tha's Dumbledore, innit?” said Hagrid mysteriously. “So how come yeh were late, Harry? I was worried.”
“Got held up on the train,” said Harry. “Why were you late?”
“I was with Grawp,” said Hagrid happily. “Los’ track o’ the time. He's got a new home up in the mountains now, Dumbledore fixed97 it—nice big cave. He's much
happier than he was in the forest. We were havin’ a good chat.”
“Really?” said Harry, taking care not to catch Ron's eye; the last time he had met Hagrid's half-brother, a vicious giant with a talent for ripping up trees by the
roots, his vocabulary had comprised five words, two of which he was unable to pronounce properly.
“Oh yeah, he's really come on,” said Hagrid proudly. “Yeh'll be amazed. I'm thinkin’ o’ trainin’ him up as me assistant.”
Ron snorted loudly, but managed to pass it off as a violent sneeze. They were now standing beside the oak front doors.
“Anyway, I'll see yeh tomorrow, firs’ lesson's straight after lunch. Come early an’ yeh can say hello ter Buck98 — I mean, Witherwings!”
Raising an arm in cheery farewell, he headed out of the doors into the darkness.
Harry and Ron looked at each other. Harry could tell that Ron was experiencing the same sinking feeling as himself.
“You're not taking Care of Magical Creatures, are you?”
Ron shook his head. “And you're not either, are you?”
Harry shook his head too.
“And Hermione,” said Ron, “she's not, is she?”
Harry shook his head again. Exactly what Hagrid would say when he realized his three favorite students had given up his subject, he did not like to think.
哈利一动也不能动。他躺在隐形斗篷下面，感觉到自己的血正源源不断地从鼻子里流出来，他脸上又热又湿，听到说话声和脚步声从走廊传进来。他立刻想到，也许有人会在列车重新启程之前
检查车厢？但是他马上就沮丧地意识到，即使有人往这个车厢里望，也不会看到或者听到他。他最好的希望就是有什么人能够走进来踩到他身上。
哈利从来没有像今天这样恨过马尔福，他就像一只可笑的海龟一样四脚朝天地躺着，张着嘴让恶心的血流进去。他让自己陷入了一个多么愚蠢的境地啊……现在最后的几个脚步声也消失了
；每个人都拖着步子在外面漆黑的站台上前行；哈利甚至能听见箱子的碰撞声和嘈杂的说话声。
罗恩和赫敏可能会认为他已经单独下了火车。只有等他们到了霍格沃茨，坐到礼堂的座位上，用目光在格兰芬多学院的桌子上来回搜寻过几遍后，才会发现他不在那儿，而他，毫无疑问那
时候已经在回伦敦的半路上了。
他试图发出声响，哪怕只是一声哼哼，但这是不可能的。然后他想起有些巫师，比如邓布利多，不用开口就可以施咒语，于是他开始在脑海里一遍又一遍念叨魔杖飞来，尝试召唤已经脱手
的魔杖，可什么也没发生。
他觉得他能听到湖边的树发出的沙沙声和遥远的猫头鹰在鸣叫，可是没有任何迹象表明有人在搜寻他，或者只是（他有一点儿鄙视自己这么想）有人在惊慌失措地询问哈利·波特去哪儿了
。他脑子里想象着夜骐所拉的马车正把学生拉往学校，而马尔福坐的那辆马车里一定正在传出捂着嘴的笑声，他肯定正在向他的斯莱特林伙伴们讲述他是怎么攻击哈利的，一种绝望的感觉扩散
到了他的全身。
火车突然摇晃了一下，哈利翻了个身。现在他所看到的从顶棚变成了满是灰尘的座椅底。火车头又开始怒吼了，地板也随之开始振动起来。特快列车就要启程了，没有人知道他还在上面…
…
接着他感觉到隐形斗篷被掀开了，头顶上响起一个声音，“我的天，哈利。”
一道红光闪过，哈利的身体可以动了；他终于能让自己换了个更有尊严的坐姿，他赶紧用手背擦去血迹，抬起已经肿起来的脸看着唐克斯，她手里正拿着刚刚从哈利身上扯下来的隐形斗篷
。
“我们必须离开这儿，快，”唐克斯说，车窗已经因为水汽而变得模糊起来，列车已经开始离开车站了。“赶快，我们得跳了。”
哈利急忙跟着她来到走廊上。唐克斯打开车门跳向了站台，由于火车已经开动了，他们脚下的站台看上去有一些打滑。哈利也跟着跳了下去，刚来得及摇摇晃晃地站直身子，就看到冒着蒸
汽的红色火车头加快速度，拐了个弯消失了。
寒冷的夜风缓和了哈利鼻子的阵痛，唐克斯看着哈利；哈利感到又气又窘，因为他被发现时姿势是如此的可笑。唐克斯默默地把隐形斗篷还给了哈利。
“谁干的？”
“德拉科·马尔福，”哈利憎恶地说。“谢谢你来……嗯……”
“没事儿，”唐克斯没有笑。哈利在黑暗中看到她仍然像上次在陋居时那样，头发是灰褐色的，表情显得很凄惨。“如果你站着不动，我就能修复你的鼻子。”
哈利并不太赞成这个主意；他本打算去找学校的护士庞弗雷夫人，说起治疗咒语，他对庞弗雷夫人的信心还是要多一点，可是这样说似乎很无礼，于是他闭上眼睛站稳了。
“消痛止血，”唐克斯念道。
哈利觉得鼻子先是非常的热，然后又非常的冷。他小心翼翼地拿手摸了摸。似乎已经好了。
“多谢你！”
“你最好穿上那件斗篷，我们就能走着去学校了，”唐克斯仍然面无喜色地说，哈利披上斗篷后，唐克斯挥了挥魔杖；一个巨大的银白色四足动物从魔杖顶端喷出来，飞奔进了黑暗之中。
“那是个守护神吗？”哈利问，他以前也见过邓布利多这样发送信息。
“是的，我要告诉城堡里的人我已经找到你了，好让他们不用再担心。走吧，我们最好不要耽误时间了。”
他们动身向通往学校的小路走去。
“你是怎么找到我的？”
“我注意到你没有下车，而且我知道你有那件斗篷。你可能是出于什么原因藏了起来。我看到那间包厢的窗帘被拉了下来，于是就想应该检查一下。”
“可是你在这儿干什么呢？”哈利问。
“我现在被派驻在霍格莫德村，给学校额外的保护，”唐克斯说。
“是只有你一个人驻在那儿，还是——？”
“不是，普劳福特、萨维奇和德力士也在这儿。”
“德力士，是去年被邓布利多攻击的那个傲罗吗？”
“对。”
于是他们就在这荒无人烟的阴暗小路上沿着马车刚刚印下的车痕向前跋涉着。哈利在斗篷下面看了看旁边的唐克斯。去年她是那么喜欢盘根问底（有时都达到了让人有点儿厌烦的程度），
那么爱笑，那么爱逗乐子。但现在她老成多了，而且看上去更加的严肃和坚定。这都是因为魔法部里发生的那一切吗？哈利不安地想起赫敏曾让他在小天狼星的事情上对唐克斯说一些安慰的话
，那根本就不是她的错，但是他做不到。他一点儿也不为小天狼星的死责怪她；她并不比别人错得更多（甚至还没有哈利自己错得多），但是他只想尽量避免谈起小天狼星。所以他们俩只是默
默地在这寒冷的夜里走着，唐克斯长长的斗篷在他们身后的地上发出飒飒的响声。
以前总是坐在马车里经过这一段路，所以哈利从来没有意识到从霍格莫德车站到霍格沃茨路程是如此之远。走后哈利终于看见了学校大门两侧高高的柱子（每个顶上都有一只带翅膀的公猪
），这让他松了口气。他又冷又饿，只渴望把这个全新的、阴郁的唐克斯甩在后面。但是当哈利伸出手去推门时，却发现门已经被链子锁住了。
“阿拉霍洞开！”哈利自信地用魔杖指着挂锁念道，可什么也没发生。
“那个对这些没用，”唐克斯说，“邓布利多亲自对它们施了魔法。”
哈利向四周看了看。
“我可以翻墙，”他提议。
“你翻不了，”唐克斯有气无力地说。“它们都被施了反入侵咒。这个夏天学校的安全性提高了上百倍。”
“那好吧，”哈利对帮不上忙的唐克斯开始有些气恼了，“我想只能在这里睡到明天早上了。”
“有人过来接你了，”唐克斯说。“看。”
城堡远端的一角出现了一盏灯笼，一上一下地动着。哈利非常高兴，他觉得即使是费尔奇对他的拖拖沓沓来一顿老生常谈的批评和痛责，或者咆哮着威胁要用拇指夹来改进他的守时习惯，
他都能够忍受。直到那黄色的光离他们俩只剩下十英尺远，他已经取下了隐形斗篷重新现身的时候，哈利才发现那反着光的鹰钩鼻子，和长长的油腻黑发下的西弗勒斯·斯内普，一股纯粹的厌
恶情绪冲上了他的脑门。
“好啊，好啊，好啊，”斯内普冷笑着说，掏出魔杖在挂锁上敲了敲，链子像蛇一样滑了下去，大门吱吱呀呀地开了。“很高兴看到你出现了，波特，不过很明显你觉得穿上校袍会有损你
的容貌。”
“我换不了，我没有我的——”哈利开口说，但斯内普打断了他。
“不用等了，尼法朵拉，波特在我的手里——啊——相当安全。”
“我本打算让海格得到消息，”唐克斯皱了皱眉。
“海格也没赶上开学宴会，就像这儿的波特一样，所以我替他收了。顺便说一句，”斯内普站到一边让哈利进去，“我对你的新守护神很感兴趣。”
斯内普当着唐克斯的面咣当一声关上了大门，又挥了挥魔杖，链子又滑动起来回到了它们原来的位置。
“我想你原来的那个更好，”斯内普的声音里明确无误地带着恶意。“新的看上去很没用。”
斯内普把灯笼调转过来，哈利看到唐克斯的脸上闪过一丝震惊和恼怒。但她马上又陷入了黑暗之中。
“晚安，”哈利和斯内普向学校走去时转过头对唐克斯说，“谢谢你……一切事情。”
“再见，哈利。”
斯内普大概有一分钟没有说话。哈利感到身体里泛起了一阵一阵的仇恨，这种仇恨是如此强烈，可斯内普竟没有感觉到它们在灼烧着他，这显得有些不可思议。哈利从第一次见到斯内普时
就开始讨厌他了，但是斯内普对小天狼星的态度令哈利永远都不可能原谅他。不管邓布利多怎么说，哈利还是在想了整整一个夏天之后得出结论，斯内普关于其他凤凰社成员都在和伏地魔战斗
时，小天狼星却安全地藏了起来的这个卑鄙评论就是导致小天狼星在牺牲的那天冲入魔法部的一个重要因素。哈利坚持着这个观点，因为这样能让他把错归咎于斯内普，自己能好受些，也是因
为，他知道如果有谁不会为小天狼星的死感到难过的话，那肯定就是身边这个正大步流星地走在黑暗里的男人。
“我想，迟到应该扣去格兰芬多五十分，”斯内普说。“而且，让我想想，你的麻瓜装束应该再扣掉二十分。你知道，我不信有哪个学院的分数会在学期的这么早就变成了负数——我们甚
至还没有开始吃布丁。你也许又创了个记录，波特。”
哈利心中扑腾的狂怒和仇恨似乎炽热地燃烧起来了，可他宁愿一直凝固在回伦敦的火车里也不愿意告诉斯内普他为什么迟到。
“我猜你也许想进去了，是吗？”斯内普接着说。“没有了会飞的汽车，你会觉得在宴会的半途中闯入礼堂应该能制造轰动效应。”
哈利仍保持着沉默，虽然他的肺都要气炸了。他知道斯内普去接他的目的就是为了在这几分钟时间里可以刺激和折磨他而不被人听见。
他们终于走到了城堡的台阶上，当橡木制的大门被打开，现出了挂着无数旗帜的门厅时，一阵谈笑声和杯盘的碰撞声从开着的礼堂大门猛地传了过来。哈利在想要是能偷偷穿上隐形斗篷就
好了，这样就可以溜到他在格兰芬多餐桌的座位上（麻烦的是，那儿离门厅最远）而不被人注意到。
然而斯内普仿佛读到了他的想法，他说，“不准用斗篷。你可以让每个人都看见你走进去，我敢肯定这就是你想要的方式。”
哈利马上迈着步子径直朝开着的门走过去：只要能摆脱斯内普他什么都愿意做。礼堂大厅里摆着四条长长的学院餐桌，房子的尽头摆着一条教工餐桌，天花板上和以前一样装饰着悬浮的蜡
烛，照得下面的餐具闪闪发光。可是对哈利来说那些都是一团模糊的光亮，因为他走得太快了，以至于经过赫奇帕奇餐桌的时候大家还没有真正开始注意到他，而当他们开始站起来想好好看他
一眼时，他已经找到了罗恩和赫敏，于是他加快速度沿着长凳朝他们走去，并挤到他们俩中间坐下。
“你去哪——我的天哪，你的脸怎么了？”罗恩说，他和周围的人一起瞪着哈利。
“什么，有什么不对劲吗？”哈利说，抓过一个勺子瞟了一眼自己扭曲的头像。
“你满脸都是血！”赫敏说。“过来——”
她举起魔杖，念道，“除污去垢！”把哈利脸上的血迹吸走了。
“谢谢，”哈利摸着他现在变得干净的脸说。“我的鼻子是什么样子？”
“正常，”赫敏不安地说。“为什么会不正常？哈利，发生了什么事？我们都吓坏了！”
“我晚一些再告诉你。”哈利简略地回答。他注意到金妮、纳威、迪安和西莫都在偷听他们说话；甚至差点没头的尼克——格兰芬多的鬼魂——都从凳子的那边飘过来加入了偷听者的行列
。
“可是——”赫敏说。
“不是现在，赫敏，”哈利用意味深长的口气暗示说。他希望他们都认为他是做一些英勇的事去了，最好是遭遇了几个食死徒再加上一个摄魂怪什么的。当然，马尔福一定会把这个故事能
传多开就传多开，但仍然有可能不会被太多的格兰芬多学生听到。
他越过罗恩想抓一只鸡腿和一把薯条，但是在碰到它们之前盘里的食物就消失了，取而代之的是各种布丁。
“你错过了分院仪式，不管怎样，”赫敏说，与此同时罗恩向一大块巧克力奶油蛋糕扑去。
“分院帽说了什么有趣的事情吗？”哈利拿过一片糖浆水果馅饼。
“差不多都一样，真的……建议大家团结起来面对共同的敌人之类，你知道的。”
“邓布利有没有提到伏地魔吗？”
“还没有，不过他一般要把他那独特的演说攒到晚宴之后，是不是？不会等太久了。”
“斯内普说海格也迟到了——”
“你碰见斯内普了？怎么碰见的？”罗恩嘴里塞满了奶油蛋糕。
“撞到了而已，”哈利含糊地回答。
“海格只迟到了几分钟，”赫敏说。“看，他正朝你挥手呢，哈利。”
哈利向教工桌子望去，海格真的在向他这边挥手，哈利朝他咧着嘴笑了笑。海格与格兰芬多的院长麦格教授的高贵形象始终不相称，他们俩坐在一起时麦格教授的头顶只赶得上海格的肘和
肩膀一样高，她看上去对海格热情的问候方式有些不以为然。哈利还惊讶地看到了坐在海格另一侧的占卜课教师特里劳妮教授；特里劳妮很少离开她塔楼里的那间屋子，开学宴会更是从来没有
参加过。她看起来还是像往常一样古怪，身上的珠子闪闪发亮，还裹着几条围巾，眼睛在眼镜片后面被放得巨大无比。哈利以前总是认为她不过只是个骗子，但上个学期末哈利震惊地发现就是
她做出了那段导致伏地魔杀死哈利父母并试图杀死他的预言。这件事让他更加不愿意和她待在一块儿，幸亏这个学期他不用再上占卜课了。特里劳妮像灯塔一样的眼睛往他这边转了过来；他赶
紧把目光移向了斯莱特林餐桌。德拉科·马尔福正在模仿鼻子被打破的样子，引来周围一阵哄笑和掌声。哈利低下头盯着他的糖浆水果馅饼，又感到怒火中烧了。他愿意不惜一切代价和马尔福
来一场一对一的决斗……
“那么说说斯拉霍恩教授要干什么？”赫敏问。
“想知道魔法部到底发生了什么。”哈利说。
“他和这儿的其他人一样，”赫敏对此嗤之以鼻，“在火车上人们总是盘问我们这个，对吧，罗恩？”
“没错，”罗恩说。“所有人都想知道你是不是真的就是‘真命天子’——”
“这个话题在我们鬼魂之中也讨论得很多，”差点没头的尼克插嘴说，他那勉强连着身子的头往哈利这边倾斜过来，在环形领子的边上危险地晃动着。“我在他们当中算是一个波特权威了
；大家都知道我们是朋友。我已经向鬼魂们保证了无论如何也不会纠缠他问那些事。‘哈利·波特知道他可以完全地信赖我，’我告诉他们，‘我宁死也不会背叛他的信任。’”
“那说明不了什么，你都已经死了，”罗恩随口说。
“你又一次展示了自己的灵敏程度和一把钝斧头没什么两样，”差点没头的尼克用一种被冒犯的腔调说，又飘回空中滑向了格兰芬多餐桌的另一头，与此同时邓布利多在教工桌那边站了起
来，回荡在礼堂里的谈笑声几乎立刻就消失了。
“祝大家度过一个最好的夜晚！”他爽朗地笑着把手臂张开，好像要拥抱整个礼堂。
“他的手怎么了？”赫敏倒吸了一口冷气。
她不是唯一注意到这一点的人。邓布利多的右手变黑了，看上去没有一点儿生机，和他去德思礼家接哈利的那个晚上一样。一阵窃窃私语声扫过了整个房间；邓布利多只是微笑着地用紫金
色的袖子盖住了伤口，他不失时机地打断了他们。
“没什么可担心的，”他轻快地说，“好了……新生们，欢迎你们的到来；老生们，欢迎你们回来！又是整整一年的魔法教育在等待着你们……”
“我暑假里看到他时他的手就已经那样了。”哈利对赫敏低声说，“不过我以为现在已经痊愈了……或者庞弗雷夫人给他治好了。”
“那只手看上去像一只死人的手，”赫敏一脸作呕的表情。“可是有些伤是治不了的……古老的咒语……有些毒也没有解药……”
“……我们的管理员费尔奇先生，要求我发布一条适用于所有人的禁令，禁止携带从一家叫做韦斯莱魔法把戏商店购买来的任何恶作剧物品。
“那些想在本学年加入学院魁地奇球队的人请照旧把姓名递交给你们的院长。我们还需要一名新的球赛解说员，有兴趣的人请同样报给院长。
“我们很高兴地欢迎今年新加入的一位教员。斯拉霍恩教授，”斯拉霍恩站了起来，他的秃头反射着烛光，马甲里的大肚子把桌子遮在了阴影之中，“是我的一位老同事，他同意重新出任
他以前的魔药课教师职位。”
“魔药课？”
“魔药课？”
这个词在礼堂里回荡，大家都怀疑是不是听错了。
“魔药课？”罗恩和赫敏一起说，转而盯着哈利，“可是你说——”
“斯内普教授，与此同时，”邓布利多提高嗓门，盖过了所有的嘀嘀咕咕，“将担任黑魔法防御术教师。”
“不！”哈利大声说，很多人都把头转向了他。他不在乎；只是愤怒地盯着教工桌。斯内普这次怎么能得到黑魔法防御术教师的职位？这么多年来大家不是都知道邓布利多信不过他做这个
工作吗？
“但是，哈利，你说过斯拉霍恩会教黑魔法防御术的啊！”赫敏说。
“我以为他会！”他绞尽脑汁地回忆邓布利多告诉他这件事的情景，可当他想起来时，才发现邓布利多从没有说过斯拉霍恩会教什么。
斯内普，坐在邓布利多的右边，在被念到名字时并没有站起来，只是懒懒地举手回应了一下斯莱特林餐桌那边爆发出的掌声，但哈利敢肯定他令人厌恶的脸上泛起了一丝胜利的表情。
“那么，至少有一点是好的，”哈利残暴地说，“斯内普今年内就会完蛋。”
“什么意思？”罗恩问。
“这个工作被诅咒了，没人能待上超过一年……奇洛甚至死了。就我个人而言，我要交叉手指来诅咒另一次死亡。”
“哈利！”赫敏责备地说，看上去吓坏了。
“也许他最后只是重拾魔药课的教鞭。”罗恩理性地说，“那个斯拉霍恩可能不会愿意待太久的，穆迪就不愿意。”
邓布利多清了清嗓子。哈利、罗恩和赫敏并不是唯一在讨论的人；整个礼堂都爆发出了对斯内普终于如愿以偿一事的议论声。邓布利多似乎忘掉了他刚才发布的新闻有多么耸人听闻。他没
有再多说教员任命的事，而是停了几秒，等大家都绝对地安静下来然后才接着说。
“现在，正如礼堂里每一个人都知道的，伏地魔和他的追随者们正在又一次地逍遥法外，并且力量还在不断的壮大。”
邓布利多说话的时候礼堂里安静的气氛又绷紧了。哈利瞥了一眼马尔福。马尔福并没看着邓布利多，而是用自己的魔杖让一把叉子盘旋在半空中，好像校长的话不值得他注意一样。
“我不知道该怎么强调目前的情况有多么危险才恰当，也不知道你们该多么小心才能保证自己的安全。城堡的魔法屏障整个夏天一直在加强，我们采取了很多更新、更强有力的措施来进行
防护，但是我们仍然必须小心谨慎地防备每一位学生和教工的疏忽。因此我敦促大家，一定要遵守你们的老师可能对你们施加的任何安全限制，无论你们觉得这些东西有多么讨厌——特别是，
夜间不可以下床走动这一条规定。我恳求你们，如果你们注意到城堡内外发生了任何奇怪或者可疑的事情，请一定及时报告给任何一位老师。我相信你们一定能管好自己，出于对自己和他人安
全的最大尊重。”
邓布利多用他的蓝眼睛扫了一遍全场的学生，然后再次微笑了起来。
“不过现在，你们的床正等候着你们，如你们所期待的一样温暖和舒适，我知道你们最先考虑是为了明天的课程好好地休息。那么，让我们道晚安吧。再见！”
随着长凳在地上拖出刺耳的刮擦声，礼堂里几百个学生开始鱼贯而出，涌向自己的宿舍。为了避免引来别人的注目，也为了远离马尔福以使他没有机会再重新提起那个踩破鼻子的故事，哈
利装作系鞋带故意落在后面，让大多数格兰芬多的学生走到前面。赫敏也跑到前面去引导一年级新生以履行自己的级长职责，而罗恩却留了下来陪着哈利。
“你的鼻子到底是怎么了？”这时他们正走在一群涌出礼堂的学生的最后面，没有其他人能听见他们说话，于是罗恩问。
哈利对他讲了事情的经过。罗恩没有笑，以表明他们之间的友谊很牢固。
“我刚才还看到马尔福在摆弄着鼻子模仿什么东西，”他阴沉着脸说。
“是啊，算了，别管那件事了，”哈利恨恨地说，“听听我在被发现之前他都说了些什么……”
哈利本以为罗恩听到马尔福那些自夸的话会很震惊。然而罗恩还是无动于衷，哈利觉得他真是有点儿冥顽不灵了。
“好了，哈利，他只是在向帕金森卖弄……神秘人会把什么样的任务托付给他呢？”
“你怎么知道伏地魔不想在霍格沃茨安插眼线呢？这可不是第一次——”
“我希望你不要再提那个名字了，哈利，”一个埋怨的声音从后面传过来。哈利回头看到海格正冲他摇着头。
“邓布利多也直呼其名。”哈利固执地说。
“是啊，嗯，可那是邓布利多，不是吗？”海格神秘地说。“你今天怎么迟到了，哈利？我很担心。”
“在列车上耽搁了，”哈利说，“你怎么也迟到了？”
“我和格洛普在一起，”海格高兴地说。“忘了时间。他如今在山里安了个新家，邓布利多安排的——很不错的大山洞。他比待在森林里时要开心多了。我们俩聊了好一会儿呢。”
“真的吗？”哈利说，小心地不去接触罗恩的目光；哈利上一次见到海格的那位凶残的（他在把树连根拔起这方面很有些天分）同母异父的巨人兄弟时，他的词汇量还不超过五个单词，其
中的两个发音还不正确。
“是啊，他真的进步了，”海格自豪地说，“你们见了一定会大吃一惊。我正考虑训练他当我的助手呢。”
罗恩用鼻子响亮地哼了一声，但又试图用一个猛烈的喷嚏来掩饰过去。现在他们已经站到了橡木门的旁边。
“总之，明天午饭后的第一节课咱们再见吧。如果早点儿来的话你们还可以和巴克——我是说，韦瑟文打声招呼！”
他兴高采烈地挥了挥手和他们告别，走出门钻进了夜色之中。
哈利和罗恩都看着对方。哈利知道罗恩现在心里一定和他一样沉重。
“你这学期没有选保护神奇生物课吧？”
罗恩摇了摇头。
“你也没有选，是吗？”
哈利也摇了摇头。
“还有赫敏，”罗恩说，“她也没有，对吧？”
哈利再次摇了摇头。当海格发现他最喜爱的三个学生全都放弃了他教的那门课时，究竟会说些什么呢？哈利不愿再去想了。
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