HP英文原著里有哪些朗誦出來都很有感覺的段落？

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想自己錄點原聲，但我原著還沒啃完有點捉急_(:з)∠)_

謝邀~（我人生中第一次被邀請%&>_&<%）

讀出來有感覺分兩種情況：一種是在內容方面有內涵，一種是在語言方面有韻律。對於後者的鑒賞我實在不擅長，以前者為主講幾個我喜歡的英文片段：

Harry Potter and the philosopher"s stone

　　Dumbledore smiled at the look of amazement on Harry"s face.
"To one as young as you, I"m sure it seems incredible, but to Nicolas and Perenelle, it really is like going to bed after a very, very long day.After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure. You know, the Stone was really not such a wonderful thing. As much money and life as you could want! The two things most human beings would choose above all -- the trouble is, humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things that are worst for them." Harry lay there, lost for words. Dumbledore hummed a little and smiled at the ceiling.
　　"Sir?" said Harry. "I"ve been thinking... sir -- even if the Stone"s gone, Vol-, I mean, You-Know- Who --"
　　"Call him Voldemort, Harry. Always use the proper name for things. Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself."
　　"Yes, sir. Well, Voldemort"s going to try other ways of coming back, isn"t he? I mean, he hasn"t gone, has he?"
　　"No, Harry, he has not. He is still out there somewhere, perhaps looking for another body to share... not being truly alive, he cannot be killed. He left Quirrell to die; he shows just as little mercy to his followers as his enemies. Nevertheless, Harry, while you may only have delayed his return to power, it will merely take someone else who is prepared to fight what seems a losing battle next time -- and if he is delayed again, and again, why, he may never return to power."
　　Harry nodded, but stopped quickly, because it made his head hurt. Then he said, "Sir, there are some other things I"d like to know, if you can tell me... things I want to know the truth about...."
"The truth." Dumbledore sighed. "It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution. However, I shall answer your questions unless I have a very good reason not to, in which case I beg you"ll forgive me. I shall not, of course, lie."

　　"Well... Voldemort said that he only killed my mother because she tried to stop him from killing me. But why would he want to kill me in the first place?"
　　Dumbledore sighed very deeply this time.
　　"Alas, the first thing you ask me, I cannot tell you. Not today. Not now. You will know, one day... put it from your mind for now, Harry. When you are older... I know you hate to hear this... when you are ready, you will know."
　　And Harry knew it would be no good to argue.
　　"But why couldn"t Quirrell touch me?"
　　"Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. He didn"t realize that love as powerful as your mother"s for you leaves its own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign... to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever. It is in your very skin. Quirrell, full of hatred, greed, and ambition, sharing his soul with Voldemort, could not touch you for this reason. It was agony to touch a person marked by something so good."

第一部魔法石的最後一章中哈利與鄧布利多的對話，標黑的部分是我最喜歡的三句話，是鄧布利多對於死亡、恐懼和愛的解讀。尤其是第一句，死亡不過是另一場偉大的冒險~

Harry Porter and the chamber of secrets

　　"Like what?" Harry spat, fists still clenched.

　　"Well," said Riddle, smiling pleasantly, "how is it that you a skinny boy with no extraordinary magical talent - managed to defeat the greatest wizard of all time? How did you escape with nothing but a scar, while Lord Voldemort"s powers were destroyed?"
　　There was an odd red gleam in his hungry eyes now.
　　"Why do you care how I escaped?" said Harry slowly. "Voldemort was after your time ......
　　"Voldemort," said Riddle softly, "is my past, present, and future, Harry Potter . . . ."
　　He pulled Harry"s wand from his pocket and began to trace it through the air, writing three shimmering words:
　　TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE
　　Then he waved the wand once, and the letters of his name rearranged themselves:
　　I AM LORD VOLDEMORT
　　"You see?" he whispered. "It was a name I was already using at Hogwarts, to my most intimate friends only, of course. You think I was going to use my filthy Muggle father"s name forever? I, in whose veins runs the blood of Salazar Slytherin himself, through my mother"s side? I, keep the name of a foul, common Muggle, who abandoned me even before I was born, just because he found out his wife was a witch? No, Harry - I fashioned myself a new name, a name I knew wizards everywhere would one day fear to speak, when I had become the greatest sorcerer in the world!"
　　Harry"s brain seemed to have jammed. He stared numbly at Riddle, at the orphaned boy who had grown up to murder Harry"s own parents, and so many others .... At last he forced himself to -,peak.

　　"You"re not," he said, his quiet voice full of hatred.
　　"Not what?" snapped Riddle.
　　"Not the greatest sorcerer in the world," said Harry, breathing fast. "Sorry to disappoint you and all that, but the greatest wizard in the world is Albus Dumbledore. Everyone says so. Even when you were strong, you didn"t dare try and take over at Hogwarts. Dumbledore saw through you when you were at school and he still frightens you now, wherever you"re hiding these days -"
　　The smile had gone from Riddle"s face, to be replaced by a very ugly look.
　　"Dumbledore"s been driven out of this castle by the mere memory of me!" he hissed.
　　"He"s not as gone as you might think!" Harry retorted. He was speaking at random, wanting to scare Riddle, wishing rather than believing it to be true.
　　Riddle opened his mouth, but froze.

這是第二部密室裡面哈利和里德爾的一段對話，深刻的道理倒是沒有，不過分角色朗讀的話應該比較精彩，尤其是里德爾高冷的語氣~

Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban

　　He thought for a moment of telling Lupin about the dog he"d seen in Magnolia Crescent but decided not to. He didn"t want Lupin to think he was a coward, especially since Lupin alreadv seemed to think he couldn"t cope with a boggart.
　　Something of Harry"s thoughts seemed to have shown on his face, because Lupin said, "Anything worrying you, Harry?"
　　"No," Harry lied. He drank a bit of tea and watched the grindylow brandishing a fist at him. "Yes," he said suddenly, putting his tea down on Lupin"s desk. "You know that day we fought the boggart?"
　　"Yes," said Lupin slowly.
　　"Why didn"t you let me fight it?" said Harry abruptly.
　　Lupin raised his eyebrows.
　　"I would have thought that was obvious, Harry," he said, sounding surprised.
　　Harry, who had expected Lupin to deny that he"d done any such thing, was taken aback.
　　"Why?" he said again.
　　"Well," said Lupin, frowning slightly, "I assumed that if the boggart faced you, it would assume the shape of Lord Voldemort."

　　Harry stared. Not only was this the last answer he"d expected, but Lupin had said Voldemort"s name. The only person Harry had ever heard say the name aloud (apart from himself) was Professor Dumbledore.
　　"Clearly, I was wrong," said Lupin, still frowning at Harry. "But I didn"t think it a good idea for Lord Voldemort to materialize in the staffroom. I imagined that people would panic."
　　"I didn"t think of Voldemort," said Harry honestly. "I -- I remembered those dementors."
　　"I see," said Lupin thoughtfully. "Well, well... I"m impressed." fie smiled slightly at the look of surprise on Harry"s face. "That suggests that what you fear most of all is -- fear. Very wise, Harry."
　　Harry didn"t know what to say to that, so he drank some mot,, tea.
　　"So you"ve been thinking that I didn"t believe you capable of fighting the boggart?" said Lupin shrewdly.
　　"Well... yeah," said Harry. He was suddenly feeling a lot happier. "Professor Lupin, you know the dementors --"
　　He was interrupted by a knock on the door.
　　"Come in," called Lupin.
　　The door opened, and in came Snape. He was carrying a goblet, which was smoking faintly, and stopped at the sight of Harry, his black eyes narrowing.

　　"Ah, Severus," said Lupin, smiling. "Thanks very much. Could you leave it here on the desk for me?"
　　Snape set down the smoking goblet, his eyes wandering between Harry and Lupin.
　　"I was just showing Harry my grindylow," said Lupin pleasantly, pointing at the tank.
　　"Fascinating," said Snape, without looking at it. "You should drink that directly, Lupin."
　　"Yes, Yes, I will," said Lupin.
　　"I made an entire cauldronful," Snape continued. "If you need more.
　　"I should probably take some again tomorrow. Thanks very much, Severus."　　
　　"Not at all," said Snape, but there was a look in his eye Harry didn"t like. He backed out of the room, unsmiling and watchful.

第三部中哈利在上完第一節黑魔法防禦術課後與盧平的一段對話，盧平告訴哈利他懼怕的是恐懼本身，然後斯內普進來了。我認為這段對話是整本書中整個情節的伏筆並且也是最有趣的部分，從中我們可以發現盧平毛茸茸的小秘密~

下面是整個第十九章的內容，裡面包含了盧平、小天狼星、斯內普、小矮星彼得的對話，每個人的語言特色展現的很鮮明，非常精彩~（可能會很長，嫌長的可以掠過去）

Hermione screamed. Black leapt to his feet. Harry felt as though he"d received a huge electric shock.
　　"I found this at the base of the Whomping Willow," said Snape, throwing the cloak aside, careful to keep this wand pointing directly at Lupin"s chest. "Very useful, Potter, I thank you...."
　　Snape was slightly breathless, but his face was full of suppressed triumph. "You"re wondering, perhaps, how I knew you were here?" he said, his eyes glittering. "I"ve just been to your office, Lupin. You forgot to take your potion tonight, so I took a gobletful along. And very lucky I did... lucky for me, I mean. Lying on your desk was a certain map. One glance at it told me all I needed to know. I saw you running along this passageway and out of sight."
　　"Severus --" Lupin began, but Snape overrode him.
　　"I"ve told the headmaster again and again that you"re helping your old friend Black into the castle, Lupin, and here"s the proof. Not even I dreamed you would have the nerve to use this old place as your hideout --"
　　"Severus, you"re making a mistake," said Lupin urgently. "You haven"t heard everything -- I can explain -- Sirius is not here to kill Harry --"
　　"Two more for Azkaban tonight," said Snape, his eyes now gleaming fanatically. "I shall be interested to see how Dumbledore takes this.... He was quite convinced you were harmless, you know, Lupin... a tame werewolf --"
　"You fool," said Lupin softly. "Is a schoolboy grudge worth putting an innocent man back inside Azkaban?"
　　BANG! Thin, snakelike cords burst from the end of Snape"s wand and twisted themselves around Lupin"s mouth, wrists, and ankles; he overbalanced and fell to the floor, unable to move. With a roar of rage, Black started toward Snape, but Snape pointed his wand straight between Black"s eyes.
　　"Give me a reason," he whispered. "Give me a reason to do it, and I swear I will."

　　Black stopped dead. It would have been impossible to say which face showed more hatred.
　　Harry stood there, paralyzed, not knowing what to do or whom to believe. He glanced around at Ron and Hermione. Ron looked just as confused as he did, still fighting to keep hold on the struggling Scabbers. Hermione, however, took an uncertain step toward Snape and said, in a very breathless voice, "Professor Snape -- it it wouldn"t hurt to hear what they"ve got to say, w -- would it?"
　　"Miss Granger, you are already facing suspension from this school," Snape spat. "You, Potter, and Weasley are out-of-bounds, in the company of a convicted murderer and a werewolf. For once in your life, hold your tongue."
　　"But if -- if there was a mistake --"
　　"KEEP QUIET, YOU STUPID GIRL!" Snape shouted, looking suddenly quite deranged. "DON"T TALK ABOUT WHAT YOU DON"T UNDERSTAND!" A few sparks shot out of the end of his wand, which was still pointed at Black"s face. Hermione fell silent.
　"Vengeance is very sweet," Snape breathed at Black. "How I hoped I would be the one to catch you...."
　　"The joke"s on you again, Severus," Black snarled. "As long as this boy brings his rat up to the castle" -- he jerked his head at Ron -- "I"ll come quietly...."
　　"Up to the castle?" said Snape silkily. "I don"t think we need to go that far. All I have to do is call the dementors once we get out of the Willow. They"ll be very pleased to see you, Black... pleased enough to give you a little kiss, I daresay... I --"
　　What little color there was in Blacks face left it.
　　"You -you"ve got to hear me out," he croaked. "The rat -- look at the rat --"
　　But there was a mad glint in Snape"s eyes that Harry had never seen before. He seemed beyond reason.
　　"Come on, all of you," he said. He clicked his fingers, and the ends of the cords that bound Lupin flew to his hands. "I"ll drag the werewolf. Perhaps the dementors will have a kiss for him too --"
　　Before he knew what he was doing, Harry had crossed the room in three strides and blocked the door.
　　"Get out of the way, Potter, you"re in enough trouble already," snarled Snape. "If I hadn"t been here to save your skin --"
　　"Professor Lupin could have killed me about a hundred times this year," Harry said. "I"ve been alone with him loads of times, having defense lessons against the dementors. If he was helping Black, why didn"t he just finish me off then?"
　　"Don"t ask me to fathom the way a werewolf"s mind works," hissed Snape. "Get out of the way, Potter."
　　"YOURE PATHETIC!" Harry yelled. "JUST BECAUSE THEY MADE A FOOL OF YOU AT SCHOOL YOU WON"T EVEN LISTEN --"
"SILENCE! I WILL NOT BE SPOKEN TO LIKE THAT!" Snape shrieked, looking madder than ever. "Like father, like son, Potter! I have just saved your neck; you should be thanking me on bended knee! You would have been well served if he"d killed you! You"d have died like your father, too arrogant to believe you might be mistaken in Black -- now get out of the way, or I will make you. GET OUT OF THE WAY, POTTER!"
　　Harry made up his mind in a split second. Before Snape could take even one step toward him, he had raised his wand.
　　……
　　A flash of blue-white light erupted from both wands; for a moment, Scabbers was frozen in midair, his small gray form twisting madly -- Ron yelled -- the rat fell and hit the floor. There was another blinding flash of light and then --
　　It was like watching a speeded-up film of a growing tree. A head was shooting upward from the ground; limbs were sprouting; a moment later, a man was standing where Scabbers had been, cringing and wringing his hands. Crookshanks was spitting and snarling on the bed; the hair on his back was standing up.
　　He was a very short man, hardly taller than Harry and Hermione. His thin, colorless hair was unkempt and there was a large bald patch on top. He had the shrunken appearance of a plump man who has lost a lot of weight in a short time. His skin looked grubby, almost like Scabbers"s fur, and something of the rat lingered around his pointed nose and his very small, watery eyes. He looked around at them all, his breathing fast and shallow. Harry saw his eyes dart to the door and back again.
　　"Well, hello, Peter," said Lupin pleasantly, as though rats frequently erupted into old school friends around him. "Long time, no see.
"S -- Sirius... R -- Remus..." Even Pettigrew"s voice was squeaky. Again, his eyes darted toward the door. "My friends... my old friends..."
　　Black"s wand arm rose, but Lupin seized him around the wrist, gave him a warning took, then turned again to Pettigrew, his voice light and casual.
　　"We"ve been having a little chat, Peter, about what happened the night Lily and James died. You might have missed the finer points while you were squeaking around down there on the bed --"
　　"Remus," gasped Pettigrew, and Harry could see beads of sweat breaking out over his pasty face, "you don"t believe him, do you...? He tried to kill me, Remus...."
　　"So we"ve heard," said Lupin, more coldly. "I"d like to clear up one or two little matters with you, Peter, if you"ll be so --"
　　"He"s come to try and kill me again!" Pettigrew squeaked suddenly, pointing at Black, and Harry saw that he used his middle finger, because his index was missing. "He killed Lily and James and now he"s going to kill me too.... You"ve got to help me, Remus...."
　　Black"s face looked more skull-like than ever as he stared at Pettigrew with his fathomless eyes.
　　"No one"s going to try and kill you until we"ve sorted a few things out," said Lupin.
　　"Sorted things out?" squealed Pettigrew, looking wildly about him once more, eyes taking in the boarded windows and, again" the only door. "I knew he"d come after me! I knew he"d be back for me! I"ve been waiting for this for twelve years!"
　　"You knew Sirius was going to break out of Azkaban?" said Lupin, his brow furrowed. "When nobody has ever done it before?"
　　"He"s got dark powers the rest of us can only dream of!" Pettigrew shouted shrilly. "How else did he get out of there? I suppose He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named taught him a few tricks!"
　　Black started to laugh, a horrible, mirthless laugh that filled the whole room.
　　"Voldemort, teach me tricks?" he said.
　　Pettigrew flinched as though Black had brandished a whip at him.
　　"What, scared to hear your old master"s name?" said Black. I don"t blame you, Peter. His lot aren"t very happy with you, are they?"
　　"Don"t know what you mean, Sirius --" muttered Pettigrew, his breathing faster than ever. His whole face was shining with sweat now.
　　"You haven"t been hiding from me for twelve years," said Black. "You"ve been hiding from Voldemort"s old supporters. I heard things in Azkaban, Peter... They all think you"re dead, or you"d have to answer to them.... I"ve heard them screaming all sorts of things in their sleep. Sounds like they think the double-crosser double-crossed them. Voldemort went to the Potters" on your information... and Voldemort met his downfall there. And not all Voldemort"s supporters ended up in Azkaban, did they? There are still plenty out here, biding their time, pretending they"ve seen the error of their ways.
　　If they ever got wind that you were still alive, Peter --"
　　"Don"t know... what you"re talking about...," said Pettigrew again, more shrilly than ever. He wiped his face on his sleeve and looked up at Lupin. "You don"t believe this -- this madness, Remus --"
　　"I must admit, Peter, I have difficulty in understanding why an innocent man would want to spend twelve years as a rat," said Lupin evenly.
　　"Innocent, but scared!" squealed Pettigrew. "If Voldemort"s supporters were after me, it was because I put one of their best men in Azkaban -- the spy, Sirius Black!"
　　Black"s face contorted.
　　"How dare you," he growled, sounding suddenly like the bearsized dog he had been. I, a spy for Voldemort? When did I ever sneak around people who were stronger and more powerful than myself? But you, Peter -- I"ll never understand why I didn"t see you were the spy from the start. You always liked big friends who"d look after you, didn"t you? It used to be us... me and Remus... and James....
　　Pettigrew wiped his face again; he was almost panting for breath.
　　"Me, a spy... must be out of your mind... never... don"t know how you can say such a --"
　　"Lily and James only made you Secret-Keeper because I suggested it," Black hissed, so venomously that Pettigrew took a step backward. "I thought it was the perfect plan... a bluff... Voldemort would be sure to come after me, would never dream they"d use a weak, talentless thing like you.... It must have been the finest moment of your miserable life, telling Voldemort you could hand him the Potters."
　　Pettigrew was muttering distractedly; Harry caught words like "far-fetched" and "lunacy," but he couldn"t help paying more attention to the ashen color of Pettigrew"s face and the way his eyes continued to dart toward the windows and door.
　　"Professor Lupin?" said Hermione timidly. "Can -- can I say something?"
　　"Certainly, Hermione," said Lupin courteously.
　　"Well -- Scabbers -- I mean, this -- this man -- he"s been sleeping in Harry"s dormitory for three years. If he"s working for You-Know-Who, how come he never tried to hurt Harry before now?"
　　"There!" said Pettigrew shrilly, pointing at Ron with his maimed hand. "Thank you! You see, Remus? I have never hurt a hair of Harry"s head! Why should I?"
　　"I"ll tell you why," said Black. "Because you never did anything for anyone unless you could see what was in it for you. Voldemort"s been in hiding for fifteen years, they say he"s half dead. You weren"t about to commit murder right under Albus Dumbledore"s nose, for a wreck of a wizard who"d lost all of his power, were you? You"d want to be quite sure he was the biggest bully in the playground before you went back to him, wouldn"t you? Why else did you find a wizard family to take you in? Keeping an ear out for news, weren"t YOU, Peter? Just in case your old protector regained strength, and it was safe to rejoin him...."
　　Pettigrew opened his mouth and closed it several times. He seemed to have lost the ability to talk.
　　"Er -- Mr. Black -- Sirius?" said Hermione.
　　Black jumped at being addressed like this and stared at Hermione as though he had never seen anything quite like her.
　　"If you don"t mind me asking, how -- how did you get out of Azkaban, if you didn"t use Dark Magic?"
　　"Thank you!" gasped Pettigrew, nodding frantically at her. "Exactly! Precisely what I --"
　　But Lupin silenced him with a look. Black was frowning slightly at Hermione, but not as though he were annoyed with her. He seemed to be pondering his answer.
　　"I don"t know how I did it," he said slowly. "I think the only reason I never lost my mind is that I knew I was innocent. That wasn"t a happy thought, so the dementors couldn"t suck it out of me... but it kept me sane and knowing who I am... helped me keep my powers... so when it all became ... too much... I could transform in my cell... become a dog. Dementors can"t see, you know...." He swallowed. "They feel their way toward people by feeding off their emotions.... They could tell that my feelings were less -- less human, less complex when I was a dog... but they thought, of course, that I was losing my mind like everyone else in there, so it didn"t trouble them. But I was weak, very weak, and I had no hope of driving them away from me without a wand...."
　　"But then I saw Peter in that picture... I realized he was at Hogwarts with Harry... perfectly positioned to act, if one hint reached his ears that the Dark Side was gathering strength again...."
　　Pettigrew was shaking his head, mouthing noiselessly, but staring all the while at Black as though hypnotized.
　　"... ready to strike at the moment he could be sure of allies... and to deliver the last Potter to them. if he gave them Harry, who"d dare say he"d betrayed Lord Voldemort? He"d be welcomed back with honors....
　　"So you see, I had to do something. I was the only one who knew Peter was still alive...."
　　Harry remembered what Mr. Weasley had told Mrs. Wealsey. "The guards say he"s been talking in his sleep... always the same words... "He"s at Hogwarts.""
　　"It was as if someone had lit a fire In my head, and the dementors couldn"t destroy it.... It wasn"t a happy feeling... it was an obsession... but it gave me strength, it cleared my mind. So, one night when they opened my door to bring food, I slipped past them as a dog.... It"s so much harder for them to sense animal emotions that they were confused.... I was thin, very thin... thin enough to slip through the bars.... I swam as a dog back to the mainland.... I journeyed north and slipped into the Hogwarts grounds as a dog. I"ve been living in the forest ever since, except when I came to watch the Quidditch, of course. You fly as well as your father did, Harry...."
　　He looked at Harry, who did not look away.
　　"Believe me," croaked Black. "Believe me, Harry. I never betrayed James and Lily. I would have died before I betrayed them."
　　And at long last, Harry believed him. Throat too tight to speak, he nodded.
　　"No!"
　　Pettigrew had fallen to his knees as though Harry"s nod had been his own death sentence. He shuffled forward on his knees, groveling, his hands clasped in front of him as though praying.
　　"Sirius -- it"s me... it"s Peter... your friend... you wouldn"t --"
　　Black kicked out and Pettigrew recoiled.
　　"There"s enough filth on my robes without you touching them," said Black.
　　"Remus!" Pettigrew squeaked, turning to Lupin instead, writhing imploringly in front of him. "You don"t believe this wouldn"t Sirius have told you they"d changed the plan?"
　　"Not if he thought I was the spy, Peter," said Lupin. "I assume that"s why you didn"t tell me, Sirius?" he said casually over Pettigrews head.
　　"Forgive me, Remus," said Black.
　　"Not at all, Padfoot, old friend," said Lupin, who was now rolling up his sleeves. "And will you, in turn, forgive me for believing you were the spy?"
　　"Of course," said Black, and the ghost of a grin flitted across his gaunt face. He, too, began rolling up his sleeves. "Shall we kill him together?"
　　"Yes, I think so," said Lupin grimly.
　　"You wouldn"t... you won"t...," gasped Pettigrew. And he scrambled around to Ron.
　"Ron... haven"t I been a good friend... a good pet? You won"t let them kill me, Ron, will you... you"re on my side, aren"t you.
　　But Ron was staring at Pettigrew with the utmost revulsion.
　　"I let you sleep in my bed!" he said.
"Kind boy... kind master..." Pettigrew crawled toward Ron "You won"t let them do it.... I was your rat.... I was a good pet...."
　　"If you made a better rat than a human, it"s not much to boast about, Peter," said Black harshly. Ron, going still paler with pain, wrenched his broken leg out of Pettigrew"s reach. Pettigrew turned on his knees, staggered forward, and seized the hem of Hermione"s robes.
"Sweet girl... clever girl... you -- you won"t let them.... Help me...."
　　Hermione pulled her robes out of Pettigrew"s clutching hands and backed away against the wall, looking horrified.
　　Pettigrew knelt, trembling uncontrollably, and-turned his head slowly toward Harry.
　"Harry... Harry... you look just like your father... just like him...."
　　"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO HARRY?" roared Black. "HOW DARE YOU FACE HIM? HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT JAMES IN FRONT OF HIM?"
　　"Harry," whispered Pettigrew, shuffling toward him, hands outstretched. "Harry, James wouldn"t have wanted me killed.... James would have understood, Harry... he would have shown me mercy..."
　　Both Black and Lupin strode forward, seized Pettigrew"s shoulders, and threw him backward onto the floor. He sat there, twitching with terror, staring up at them.
　　"You sold Lily and James to Voldemort," said Black, who was shaking too. "Do you deny it?"
　　Pettigrew burst into tears. It was horrible to watch, like an oversized, balding baby, cowering on the floor.
　　"Sirius, Sirius, what could I have done? The Dark Lord... you have no idea... he has weapons you can"t imagine.... I was scared, Sirius, I was never brave like you and Remus and James. I never meant it to happen.... He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named forced me --"
　　"DON"T LIE!" bellowed Black. "YOU"D BEEN PASSING INFORMATION TO HIM FOR A YEAR BEFORE LILY AND JAMES DIED! YOU WERE HIS SPY!"
　　"He -- he was taking over everywhere!" gasped Pettigrew. "Wh -- what was there to be gained by refusing him?"
　　"What was there to be gained by fighting the most evil wizard who has ever existed?" said Black, with a terrible fury in his face. "Only innocent lives, Peter!"
　　"You don"t understand!" whined Pettigrew. "He would have killed me, Sirius!"
　　"THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED!" roared Black. "DIED RATHER THAN BETRAY YOUR FRIENDS, AS WE WOULD HAVE DONE FOR YOU!"
　　Black and Lupin stood shoulder to shoulder, wands raised.
　　"You should have realized," said Lupin quietly, "if Voldemort didn"t kill you, we would. Good-bye, Peter."
　　Hermione covered her face with her hands and turned to the wall.

然後就到了本書的最後，鄧布利多說給哈利的一段對話（老鄧的對話里總是會講愛）：

　　"You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don"t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself most plainly when you have need of him. How else could you produce that particular Patronus? Prongs rode again last night."

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

　　A thousand years or more ago, When I was newly sewn, There lived four wizards of renown, Whose names are still well known:
　　Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor, Fair Ravenclaw, from glen, Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad, Shrewd Slytherin, from fin.
　　They shared a wish, a hope, a dream, They hatched a daring plan To educate young sorcerers Thus Hogwarts School began.
　　Now each of these four founders Formed their own house, for each Did value different virtues In the ones they had to teach.
　　By Gryffindor, the bravest were Prized far beyond the rest; For Ravenclaw, the cleverest Would always be the best; For Hufflepuff, hard workers were Most worthy of admission; And power-hungry Slytherin Loved those of great ambition.
　　While still alive they did divide Their favorites from the throng, Yet how to pick the worthy ones When they were dead and gone?
　　"Twas Gryffindor who found the way, He whipped me off his head The founders put some brains in me So I could choose instead!
　　Now slip me snug about your ears, I"ve never yet been wrong, I"ll have a look inside your mind And tell where you belong!

帽子唱的歌，這是很有韻律的~

"Every guest in this Hall," said Dumbledore, and his eyes lingered upon the Durmstrang students, "will be welcomed back here at any time, should they wish to come. I say to you all, once again - in the light of Lord Voldemort"s return, we are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided. Lord Voldemorts gift for spreading discord and enmity is very great. We can fight it only by showing an equally strong bond of friendship and trust. Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.
　　"It is my belief- and never have I so hoped that I am mistaken - that we are all facing dark and difficult times. Some of you in this Hall have already suffered directly at the hands of Lord Voldemort. Many of your families have been torn asunder. A week ago, a student was taken from our midst.
　　"Remember Cedric. Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory."

老鄧在塞德里克的哀悼會上說的話，關於正義和勇敢，關於如何選擇。

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix　

　 "Harry, I owe you an explanation," said Dumbledore. "An explanation of an old man"s mistakes. For I see now that what I have done, and not done, with regard to you, bears all the hallmarks of the failings of age. Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young . . . and I seem to have forgotten, lately . . ."
The sun was rising properly now; there was a rim of dazzling orange visible over the mountains and the sky above it was colourless and bright. The light fell upon Dumbledore, upon the silver of his eyebrows and beard, upon the lines gouged deeply into his lace.
……
"I trust Severus Snape," said Dumbledore simply. "But I forgot - another old man"s mistake - that some wounds run too deep for the healing. I thought Professor Snape could overcome his feelings about your father - I was wrong."

第五部鳳凰社鄧布利多和哈利的對話，老人家第一次承認自己老了，真的很心酸。

Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince

Hagrid was walking slowly up the aisle between the chairs. He was crying quite silently, his face gleaming with tears, and in his arms, wrapped in purple velvet spangled with golden stars, was what Harry knew to be Dumbledore"s body. A sharp pain rose in Harry"s throat at this sight: for a moment, the strange music and the knowledge that Dumbledore"s body was so close seemed to take all warmth from the day. Ron looked white and shocked. Tears were falling thick and fast into both Ginny and Hermione"s laps.
They could not see clearly what was happening at the front. Hagrid seemed to have placed the body carefully upon the table. Now he retreated down the aisle, blowing his nose with loud trumpeting noises that drew scandalised looks from some, including, Harry saw, Dolores Umbridge ... but Harry knew that Dumbledore would not have cared. He tried to make a friendly gesture to Hagrid as he passed, but Hagrid"s eyes were so swollen it was a wonder he could see where he was going. Harry glanced at the back row to which Hagrid was heading and realised what was guiding him, for there, dressed in a jacket and trousers each the size of a small mar-quee, was the giant Grawp, his great ugly boulder-like head bowed, docile, almost human. Hagrid sat down next to his half-brother and Grawp palled Hagrid hard on the head, so that his chair legs sank into the ground. Harry had a wonder-ful momentary urge to laugh. But then the music stopped and he turned to face the front again.
A little tufty-haired man in plain black robes had got to his feet and stood now in front of Dumbledore"s body. Harry could not hear what he was saying. Odd words floated back to them over the hundreds of beads. "Nobility of spirit" ... "intel-lectual contribution" ... "greatness of heart" ... it did not mean very much. It had little to do with Dumbledore as Harry had known him. He suddenly remembered Dumbledore"s idea of a few words: "nitwit", "oddment", "blubber" and "tweak 1, and again, had to suppress a grin ... what was the matter with him?
There was a soft splashing noise to his left and he saw that the merpeople had broken the surface to listen, too. He remembered Dumbledore crouching at the water"s edge two years ago, very close to where Harry now sat, and conversing in Mermish with the Merchieftainess. Harry wondered where Dumbledore had learned Mermish. There was so much he had never asked him, so much he should have said ...
And then, without warning, it swept over him, the dreadful truth, more completely and undeniably than it had until now. Dumbledore was dead, gone ... he clutched the cold locket in his hand so tightly that it hurt, but he could not prevent hot tears spilling from his eyes: he looked away from Ginny and the others and stared out over the lake, towards the Forest, as the little man in black droned on ... there was movement among the trees. The centaurs had come to pay their respects, too. They did not move into the open but Harry saw them standing quite still, half-hidden in shadow, watching the wiz-ards, their bows hanging at their sides. And Harry remem-bered his first nightmarish trip into the Forest, the first time he had ever encountered the thing that was then Voldemort, and how he had faced him, and how he and Dumbledore had discussed fighting a losing battle not long thereafter. It was important, Dumbledore said, to fight, and fight again, and keep fighting, for only then could evil be kept at bay, though never quite eradicated ...
And Harry saw very clearly as be sal there under the hot sun bow people who cared about him had stood in front of him one by one, his mother, his father, his godfather, and finally Dumbledore, all determined to protect him; but now that was over. He could not let anybody else stand between him and Voldemort; he must abandon for ever the illusion he ought to have lost at the age of one: that the shelter of a parent"s arms meant that nothing could hurt him. There was no waking from his nightmare, no comforting whisper in the dark that he was safe really, that it was all in his imagination; the last and greatest of his proteclors had died and he was more alone than he had ever been before.
The little man in black had stopped speaking at last and resumed his seat. Harry waited for somebody else to get to their feet; he expected speeches, probably from the Minister, but nobody moved.
Then several people screamed. Bright, white flames had erupted around Dumbledore"s body and the table upon which it lay: higher and higher they rose, obscuring the body. White smoke spiralled into the air and made strange shapes: Harry thought, for one heart-stopping moment, that he saw a phoenix fly joyfully into the blue, but next second the fire had vanished. In its place was a white marble tomb, encasing Dumbledore"s body and the table on which he had rested.
There were a few more cries of shock as a shower of arrows soared through the air, but they fell far short of the crowd. It was, Harry knew, the centaurs" tribute: he saw them turn tail and disappear back into the cool trees. Likewise the mer-people sank slowly back into the green water and were lost from view.

混血王子裡面鄧布利多的葬禮，看到哭%&>_&<%

最後用Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows 寫在前面的話結束：

Death is but crossing the world,as friends do the seas;they live in one another still.For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent. In this diving glass they see face to face;and their converse is free,as well as pure.This is the comfort of friends,that though they may be said to die,yet their friendship and society are,in the best sense,ever present,because immortal.

Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring,
That"s why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King.

自然是第三部的那段斯內普之怒啊~~~~

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