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1、 Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone CHAPTER ONE THE BOY WHO LIVED Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proudto say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. Theywere the last people youd expect to be involved in anything strangeor mysterious, because they just didnt

2、 hold with such nonsense. Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, whichmade drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, althoughhe did have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blondeand had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in veryuseful as she

3、 spent so much of her time craning over garden fences,spying on the neighbors. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudleyand in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere. The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had asecret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discoveri

4、t. They didnt think they could bear it if anyone found out aboutthe Potters. Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursleys sister, but they hadntmet for several years; in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didnthave a sister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing husbandwere as unDursleyish as it was possible t

5、o be. The Dursleys shudderedto think what the neighbors would say if the Potters arrived in thestreet. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had a small son, too,but they had never even seen him. This boy was another good reasonfor keeping the Potters away; they didnt want Dudley mixing witha child lik

6、e that. When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dull, gray Tuesdayour story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside tosuggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happeningall over the country. Mr. Dursley hummed as he picked out his mostboring tie for work, and Mrs. Durs

7、ley gossiped away happily as shewrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair. None of them noticed a large, tawny owl flutter past the window. At half past eight, Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase, peckedMrs. Dursley on the cheek, and tried to kiss Dudley good-bye butmissed, because Dudley was

8、now having a tantrum and throwing hiscereal at the walls. Little tyke, chortled Mr. Dursley as he leftthe house. He got into his car and backed out of number fours drive. It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the firstsign of something peculiar - a cat reading a map. For a second,Mr. Du

9、rsley didnt realize what he had seen - then he jerked hishead around to look again. There was a tabby cat standing on thecorner of Privet Drive, but there wasnt a map in sight. Whatcould he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick ofthe light. Mr. Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It st

10、aredback. As Mr. Dursley drove around the corner and up the road, hewatched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign thatsaid Privet Drive - no, looking at the sign; cats couldnt readmaps or signs. Mr. Dursley gave himself a little shake and put thecat out of his mind. As he drove toward t

11、own he thought of nothingexcept a large order of drills he was hoping to get that day. But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mindby something else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, hecouldnt help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangelydressed people about. Peo

12、ple in cloaks. Mr. Dursley couldnt bearpeople who dressed in funny clothes - the getups you saw on youngpeople! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed hisfingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of theseweirdos standing quite close by. They were whispering excite

13、dlytogether. Mr. Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of themwerent young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was,and wearing an emerald-green cloak! The nerve of him! But then itstruck Mr. Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt - thesepeople were obviously collecting for some

14、thing. yes, that wouldbe it. The traffic moved on and a few minutes later, Mr. Dursleyarrived in the Grunnings parking lot, his mind back on drills. Mr. Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his officeon the ninth floor. If he hadnt, he might have found it harder toconcentrate on drills

15、that morning. He didnt see the owls swoop ingpast in broad daylight, though people down in the street did; theypointed and gazed open- mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead. Mostof them had never seen an owl even at nighttime. Mr. Dursley,however, had a perfectly normal, owl-free morning. He yelled

16、 atfive different people. He made several important telephone callsand shouted a bit more. He was in a very good mood until lunchtime,when he thought hed stretch his legs and walk across the road tobuy himself a bun from the bakery. Hed forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passeda group

17、 of them next to the bakers. He eyed them angrily as hepassed. He didnt know why, but they made him uneasy. This bunch werewhispering excitedly, too, and he couldnt see a single collectingtin. It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnutin a bag, that he caught a few words of what th

18、ey were saying. The Potters, thats right, thats what I heard yes, theirson, Harry Mr. Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked backat the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, butthought better of it. He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office,snapped at his sec

19、retary not to disturb him, seized his telephone,and had almost finished dialing his home number when he changedhis mind. He put the receiver back down and stroked his mustache,thinking. no, he was being stupid. Potter wasnt such an unusualname. He was sure there were lots of people called Potter who

20、 had ason called Harry. Come to think of it, he wasnt even sure his nephewwas called Harry. Hed never even seen the boy. It might have beenHarvey. Or Harold. There was no point in worrying Mrs. Dursley;she always got so upset at any mention of her sister. He didntblame her - if hed had a sister like

21、 that. but all the same,those people in cloaks. He found it a lot harder to concentrate on drills that afternoonand when he left the building at five oclock, he was still soworried that he walked straight into someone just outside the door. Sorry, he grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and almostf

22、ell. It was a few seconds before Mr. Dursley realized that the manwas wearing a violet cloak. He didnt seem at all upset at beingalmost knocked to the ground. On the contrary, his face split intoa wide smile and he said in a squeaky voice that made passersbystare, Dont be sorry, my dear sir, for not

23、hing could upset metoday! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even Muggleslike yourself should be celebrating, this happy, happy day! And the old man hugged Mr. Dursley around the middle andwalked off. Mr. Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged bya complete stranger. He also th

24、ought he had been called a Muggle,whatever that was. He was rattled. He hurried to his car and setoff for home, hoping he was imagining things, which he had neverhoped before, because he didnt approve of imagination. As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thinghe saw - and it didnt

25、 improve his mood - was the tabby cat hedspotted that morning. It was now sitting on his garden wall. He wassure it was the same one; it had the same markings around its eyes. Shoo! said Mr. Dursley loudly. The cat didnt move. It justgave him a stern look. Was this normal cat behavior? Mr. Dursleywo

26、ndered. Trying to pull himself together, he let himself into thehouse. He was still determined not to mention anything to his wife. Mrs. Dursley had had a nice, normal day. She told him overdinner all about Mrs. Next Doors problems with her daughter andhow Dudley had learned a new word (Wont!). Mr.

27、Dursley triedto act normally. When Dudley had been put to bed, he went into theliving room in time to catch the last report on the evening news: And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported that thenations owls have been behaving very unusually today. Althoughowls normally hunt at night and a

28、re hardly ever seen in daylight,there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in everydirection since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owlshave suddenly changed their sleeping pattern. The newscaster allowedhimself a grin. Most mysterious. And now, over to Jim McGuffinwit

29、h the weather. Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim? Well, Ted, said the weatherman, I dont know about that, butits not only the owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewersas far apart as Kent, Yorkshire, and Dundee have been phoning in totell me that instead of the rain I promised

30、yesterday, theyve hada downpour of shooting stars! Perhaps people have been celebratingBonfire Night early - its not until next week, folks! But I canpromise a wet night tonight. Mr. Dursley sat frozen in his armchair. Shooting stars all overBritain? Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious people in clo

31、aks allover the place? And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters. Mrs. Dursley came into the living room carrying two cups oftea. It was no good. Hed have to say something to her. He clearedhis throat nervously. Er - Petunia, dear - you havent heardfrom your sister lately, have you? As he had expec

32、ted, Mrs. Dursley looked shocked and angry. Afterall, they normally pretended she didnt have a sister. No, she said sharply. Why? Funny stuff on the news, Mr. Dursley mumbled. Owls. shootingstars. and there were a lot of funny-looking people in towntoday. So? snapped Mrs. Dursley. Well, I just thoug

33、ht. maybe. it was something to dowith. you know. her crowd. Mrs. Dursley sipped her tea through pursed lips. Mr. Dursleywondered whether he dared tell her hed heard the name Potter. Hedecided he didnt dare. Instead he said, as casually as he could,Their son - hed be about Dudleys age now, wouldnt he

34、? I suppose so, said Mrs. Dursley stiffly. Whats his name again? Howard, isnt it? Harry. Nasty, common name, if you ask me. Oh, yes, said Mr. Dursley, his heart sinking horribly. Yes,I quite agree. He didnt say another word on the subject as they went upstairsto bed. While Mrs. Dursley was in the ba

35、throom, Mr. Dursley creptto the bedroom window and peered down into the front garden. Thecat was still there. It was staring down Privet Drive as though itwere waiting for something. Was he imagining things? Could all this have anything to do withthe Potters? If it did. if it got out that they were

36、related toa pair of - well, he didnt think he could bear it. The Dursleys got into bed. Mrs. Dursley fell asleep quicklybut Mr. Dursley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind. Hislast, comforting thought before he fell asleep was that even if thePotters were involved, there was no reason for the

37、m to come near himand Mrs. Dursley. The Potters knew very well what he and Petuniathought about them and their kind. He couldnt see how he andPetunia could get mixed up in anything that might be going on -he yawned and turned over - it couldnt affect them. How very wrong he was. Mr. Dursley might ha

38、ve been drifting into an uneasy sleep, butthe cat on the wall outside was showing no sign of sleepiness. It wassitting as still as a statue, its eyes fixed unblinkingly on the farcorner of Privet Drive. It didnt so much as quiver when a car doorslammed on the next street, nor when two owls swooped o

39、verhead. Infact, it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all. A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appearedso suddenly and silently youd have thought hed just popped outof the ground. The cats tail twitched and its eyes narrowed. Nothing like this man had ever been seen on

40、Privet Drive. Hewas tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hairand beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. Hewas wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground,and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright,and sparkling behind half-moon

41、spectacles and his nose was verylong and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. Thismans name was Albus Dumbledore. Albus Dumbledore didnt seem to realize that he had justarrived in a street where everything from his name to his bootswas unwelcome. He was busy rummaging in his cloak,

42、looking forsomething. But he did seem to realize he was being watched, becausehe looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him fromthe other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the catseemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered, I should have known. He found what he wa

43、s looking for in his inside pocket. It seemedto be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it upin the air, and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out witha little pop. He clicked it again - the next lamp flickered intodarkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer, until the onl

44、ylights left on the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in thedistance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyonelooked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs. Dursley,they wouldnt be able to see anything that was happening down onthe pavement. Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer ba

45、ck inside hiscloak and set off down the street toward number four, where he satdown on the wall next to the cat. He didnt look at it, but aftera moment he spoke to it. Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall. He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead hewas smiling at a rather sev

46、ere-looking woman who was wearing squareglasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had aroundits eyes. She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her blackhair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled. How did you know it was me? she asked. My dear Professor, I ve nev

47、er seen a cat sit so stiffly. Youd be stiff if youd been sitting on a brick wall all day,said Professor McGonagall. All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must havepassed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here. Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily. Oh yes, everyones celebrating, all rig

48、ht, she saidimpatiently. Youd think theyd be a bit more careful, butno - even the Muggles have noticed somethings going on. Itwas on their news. She jerked her head back at the Dursleysdark living-room window. I heard it. Flocks of owls. shootingstars. Well, theyre not completely stupid. They were b

49、ound tonotice something. Shooting stars down in Kent - Ill bet that wasDedalus Diggle. He never had much sense. You cant blame them, said Dumbledore gently. Weve hadprecious little to celebrate for eleven years. I know that, said Professor McGonagall irritably. But thatsno reason to lose our heads.

50、People are being downright careless,out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggleclothes, swapping rumors. She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as thoughhoping he was going to tell her something, but he didnt, so shewent on. A fine thing it would be if, on the ve

51、ry day YouKnow-Whoseems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about usall. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore? It certainly seems so, said Dumbledore. We have much to bethankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop? A what? A lemon drop. Theyre a kind of Muggle sweet Im rather fon

52、d of No, thank you, said Professor McGonagall coldly, as thoughshe didnt think this was the moment for lemon drops. As I say,even if You-Know-Who has gone - My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself cancall him by his name? All this You- Know-Who nonsense - for elevenyears I have bee

53、n trying to persuade people to call him by his propername: Voldemort. Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore,who was unsticking two lemon drops, seemed not to notice. It allgets so confusing if we keep saying You-Know-Who. I have neverseen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemorts name

54、. I know you haven t, said Professor McGonagall, soundinghalf exasperated, half admiring. But youre different. Everyoneknows youre the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort,was frightened of. You flatter me, said Dumbledore calmly. Voldemort had powersI will never have. Only because youre too

55、- well - noble to use them. Its lucky its dark. I havent blushed so much since MadamPomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs. Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said,The owls are nothing next to the rumors that are flying around. Youknow what everyones saying? About why hes disappeared? About whatfinally stopped him? It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point shewas most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting ona cold, hard wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman hadshe fixed Dumbledore with s