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【HP&FB/GGAD】有关GGAD整理(14)

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
— CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE King’s Cross—

Harry waited, but Dumbledore did not speak, so he prompted him. ‘So you’d given up looking for the Hallows when you saw the Cloak?’

 ‘Oh yes,’ said Dumbledore faintly. It seemed that he forced himself to meet Harry’s eyes. ‘You know what happened. You know. You cannot despise me more than I despise myself.’ 

‘But I don’t despise you –’ 

Then you should,’ said Dumbledore. He drew a deep breath. ‘You know the secret of my sister’s ill-health, what those Muggles did, what she became. You know how my poor father sought revenge, and paid the price, died in Azkaban. You know how my mother gave up her own life to care for Ariana. 

‘I resented it, Harry.’ Dumbledore stated it baldly, coldly. 

He was looking, now, over the top of Harry’s head, into the distance. 

I was gifted, I was brilliant. I wanted to escape. I wanted to shine. I wanted glory. 
‘Do not misunderstand me,’ he said, and pain crossed the face so that he looked ancient again. 

‘I loved them. I loved my parents, I loved my brother and my sister, but I was selfish, Harry, more selfish than you, who are a remarkably selfless person, could possibly imagine. 

‘So that, when my mother died, and I was left the responsibility of a damaged sister and a wayward brother, I returned to my village in anger and bitterness. Trapped and wasted, I thought! And then, of course, he came ... 

Dumbledore looked directly into Harry’s eyes again.

 ‘Grindelwald. You cannot imagine how his ideas caught me, Harry, inflamed me. Muggles forced into subservience. We wizards triumphant. Grindelwald and I, the glorious young leaders of the revolution.
‘Oh, I had a few scruples. I assuaged my conscience with empty words. It would all be for the greater good, and any harm done would be repaid a hundredfold in benefits for wizards. Did I know, in my heart of hearts, what Gellert Grindelwald was? I think I did, but I closed my eyes. If the plans we were making came to fruition, all my dreams would come true.

‘And at the heart of our schemes, the Deathly Hallows! How they fascinated him, how they fascinated both of us! The unbeatable wand, the weapon that would lead us to power! The Resurrection Stone – to him, though I pretended not to know it, it meant an army of Inferi! To me, I confess, it meant the return of my parents, and the lifting of all responsibility from my shoulders.
‘And the Cloak ... somehow, we never discussed the Cloak much, Harry. Both of us could conceal ourselves well enough without the Cloak, the true magic of which, of course, is that it can be used to protect and shield others as well as its owner. I thought that if we ever found it, it might be useful in hiding Ariana, but our interest in the Cloak was mainly that it completed the trio, for the legend said that the man who united all three objects would then be truly master of death, which we took to mean, invincible.
‘Invincible masters of death, Grindelwald and Dumbledore! Two months of insanity, of cruel dreams, and neglect of the only two members of my family left to me.

‘And then ... you know what happened. Reality returned, in the form of my rough, unlettered, and infinitely more admirable brother. I did not want to hear the truths he shouted at me. I did not want to hear that I could not set forth to seek Hallows with a fragile and unstable sister in tow.

The argument became a fight. Grindelwald lost control. That which I had always sensed in him, though I pretended not to, now sprang into terrible being. And Ariana ... after all my mother’s care and caution ... lay dead upon the floor.’

Dumbledore gave a little gasp, and began to cry in earnest. Harry reached out, and was glad to find that he could touch him: he gripped his arm tightly, and Dumbledore gradually regained control.

Well, Grindelwald fled, as anyone but I could have predicted. He vanished, with his plans for seizing power, and his schemes for Muggle torture, and his dreams of the Deathly Hallows, dreams in which I had encouraged him and helped him. He ran, while I was left to bury my sister and learn to live with my guilt, and my terrible grief, the price of my shame.

‘Years passed. There were rumours about him. They said he had procured a wand of immense power. I, meanwhile, was offered the post of Minister for Magic, not once, but several times. Naturally, I refused. I had learned that I was not to be trusted with power.’

‘But you’d have been better, much better, than Fudge or Scrimgeour!’ burst out Harry.

‘Would I?’ asked Dumbledore heavily. ‘I am not so sure. I had proven, as a very young man, that power was my weakness and my temptation. It is a curious thing, Harry, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it. Those who, like you, have leadership thrust upon them, and take up the mantle because they must, and find to their own surprise that they wear it well. ‘I was safer at Hogwarts. I think I was a good teacher –’ ‘You were the best –’ ‘You are very kind, Harry. But while I busied myself with the training of young wizards, Grindelwald was raising an army. They say he feared me, and perhaps he did, but less, I think, than I feared him.

Oh, not death,’ said Dumbledore, in answer to Harry’s questioning look. ‘Not what he could do to me magically. I knew that we were evenly matched, perhaps that I was a shade more skilful. It was the truth I feared. You see, I never knew which of us, in that last, horrific fight, had actually cast the curse that killed my sister. You may call me cowardly: you would be right. Harry, I dreaded beyond all things the knowledge that it had been I who brought about her death, not merely through my arrogance and stupidity, but that I actually struck the blow that snuffed out her life.

I think he knew it, I think he knew what frightened meI delayed meeting him until, finally, it would have been too shameful to resist any longer. People were dying and he seemed unstoppable, and I had to do what I could.

‘Well, you know what happened next. I won the duel. I won the wand.’

Another silence. Harry did not ask whether Dumbledore had ever found out who struck Ariana dead. He did not want to know, and even less did he want Dumbledore to have to tell him. At last he knew what Dumbledore would have seen when he looked in the Mirror of Erised, and why Dumbledore had been so understanding of the fascination it had exercised over Harry.

——译文——
哈利等待着,可是邓布利多没有说话,于是哈利提示他:“就是说,在你看到隐形衣时,你已经放弃了寻找圣器?”
“是啊,”邓布利多无力地说,他似乎在强迫自己面对哈利的目光,“你知道发生了什么事。你知道。你不可能比我更轻视我自己。”
“我没有轻视你——”
那你应该轻视我。”邓布利多说,他深深吸了口气,“你知道我妹妹身体不好的秘密,知道那些麻瓜做的事情,知道她变成了什么样子。你知道我可怜的父亲为了给她报仇,结果付出了代价,惨死在阿兹卡班。你知道我母亲为了照顾阿利安娜舍弃了自己的生命。”
“当时我怨恨这一切,哈利。”
邓布利多的讲述坦率而冷漠。此刻他的目光掠过哈利的头顶,望向远处。
我有天分,我很优秀。我想逃走。我想出类拔萃。我想光彩夺目。
“不要误会,”他说,痛苦浮现在他的脸上,使他又显得苍老了,“我爱他们,我爱我的父母,我爱你的弟弟妹妹,但我是自私的,哈利,比你这个非常无私的人可以想象的还要自私。
“因此,母亲去世后,我要负责照顾一个残疾的妹妹和一个任性的弟弟,我满怀怨恨和痛苦地返回村庄。我认为自己被困住了,虚度光阴!后来,不用说,他来了……
邓布利多再次直视着哈利的眼睛。
格林德沃。你无法想象他的思想是怎么吸引了我,激励了我。麻瓜被迫臣服,我们巫师扬眉吐气。格林德沃和我就是这场革命的光荣的年轻领袖。
“哦,我有过一点顾虑,但我用空洞的话语安慰我的良知一切都是为了更伟大的利益所造成的任何伤害都能给巫师界带来一百倍的好处。我的内心深处是否知道盖勒特·格林德沃是怎样一个人呢?我想我是知道的,但我睁只眼闭只眼。只要我们的计划能够实现,我所有的梦想都会成真。
而我们计划的核心,就是死亡圣器!它们令他多么痴迷,令我们两个人多么痴迷啊!永不会输的魔杖,能使我们获得权力的武器!复活石——对他来说意味着阴尸的大军,但我假装并不知道!对我来说,我承认,它意味着我父母的起死回生,减轻我肩负的所有责任。”

“还有隐形衣……不知怎么,我们始终没怎么谈论隐形衣,哈利。我们俩不用隐形衣就能把自己藏得很好。当然啦,隐形衣的真正魔力在于它不仅可以保护和遮蔽主人,还可以用来保护和遮蔽别人。当时我想,如果我们能找到它,或许可以用它来隐藏阿利安娜,不过我们对隐形衣的兴趣仅仅因为它是三要素之一,根据传说,同时拥有三样东西的人便是死亡的真正征服者,我们理解这意思就是‘不可战胜’。”
不可战胜的死亡征服者,格林德沃和邓布利多两个月如痴如醉,满脑子残酷的梦想,忽视了家里仅剩的两个需要我照顾的人。
“后来……你知道发生了什么事。现实以我那位性格粗暴、没有文化,但却优秀得多的弟弟的面貌出现了。我不愿意听他冲我叫嚷的那些实话。我不想听说我被一个虚弱的、很不稳定的妹妹拖累着,不能前去寻找圣器。”
争吵上升为决斗格林德沃失去了控制。他性格里的那种东西——我其实一直有所感觉,却总是假装没发现的那种东西,此刻突然可怕地爆发出来。阿利安娜……在我母亲那么精心呵护和照料之后……倒在地上死了。”
邓布利多轻轻吸了口气,开始动情地哭了起来。哈利伸出手,还好,他发现自己能碰到对方。他紧紧地抓住邓布利多的胳膊,老人慢慢地控制住了自己。
后来,格林德沃逃跑了,这是除了我谁都能料到的。他消失了,带着他争权夺利的计划,他虐待麻瓜的阴谋,还有他寻找死亡圣器的梦想,而我曾经在这些梦想上鼓励和帮助过他。他逃走了,我留下来埋葬我的妹妹,学着在负罪感和极度悲伤中打发日子,那是我耻辱的代价。”
“许多年过去了。我听到了一些关于他的传言。据说他弄到了一根威力无比的魔杖。那个时候,魔法部部长的职位摆在我的面前,不止一次,而是多次。我当然拒绝了。我已经知道不能把权力交给我。”
“可是你比福吉和斯克林杰要好,好得多!”哈利大声说。
“是吗?”邓布利多语气沉重地说,“我可没有这么肯定。我年轻气盛时候的表现就证明了权力是我的弱点、我的诱惑。说来奇怪,哈利,也许最适合掌握权力的是那些从不钻营权术的人,就像你一样,被迫担任领袖的角色,在情势所逼之下穿上战袍,结果自己很惊讶地发现居然穿得很好。”
“而我待在霍格沃茨更安全些,我认为我是个好教师——”
“你是最好的——”
“——你很善良,哈利。在我忙于培养年轻巫师的时候,格林德沃召集了一支军队。人们说他怕我,也许是吧,但我认为我更怕他。”
哦,我不是怕死,”邓布利多回答哈利询问的目光,“不是怕他用魔法对我的加害。我知道我们势均力敌,或许我还略胜一筹。我害怕的是真相。你明白吗,我一直不知道在那场可怕的混战中,究竟是谁发了那个杀死我妹妹的咒语。你大概会说我是懦夫,你是对的。哈利,我从心底最害怕的是得知是我造成了她的死亡,不仅是由于我的狂傲和愚蠢,而且还是我朝她发出了那致命的一击。”
我想他是知道的,我想他知道我害怕什么。我拖延着不见他,直到最后,我再不露面就太可耻了。人们在惨死,他似乎不可阻挡,我必须尽我的力量。”
“唉,后来的事情你都知道了。决斗我胜利了。我赢得了那根魔杖。”
又是沉默。哈利没有问邓布利多是否弄清是谁击毙了阿利安娜。他不希望知道,更不希望邓布利多不得不告诉他。他终于知道了邓布利多对面厄里斯魔镜时会看见什么,知道了邓布利多为什么那样理解魔镜对哈利的吸引力。


 

抱歉因为备考好久没有更了啊。

TBC

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