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There were seven people on a Quidditch team: three Chasers, whose job it was to score goals by putting the Quaffle
一個魁地奇隊有七名隊員：三名追球手，他們的任務是把鬼飛球
(a red, football-sized ball) through one of the fifty-foot-high hoops at each end of the pitch;
（一個足球大小的紅色球）投進球場兩端五十英尺高的環形圈里去而得分；
two Beaters, who were equipped with heavy bats to repel the Bludgers (two heavy black balls which zoomed around trying to attack the players);
兩名擊球手，他們裝備有厚重的球拍以便抵擋游走球（兩個發出嗡嗡聲四處飛舞、伺機攻擊球員的沉重黑球）；
a Keeper, who defended the goalposts, and the Seeker, who had the hardest job of all, that of catching the Golden Snitch,
一名守門員，他守衛球門；還有一名找球手，他的任務最困難，他要尋找并抓到金色飛賊，
a tiny, winged, walnut-sized ball, whose capture ended the game and earned the Seeker's team an extra one hundred and fifty points.
這是一個帶翼的、胡桃大小的小球，抓住它比賽就結束了，得到這個小球的隊就可以額外加一百五十分。
Oliver Wood was a burly seventeen-year-old, now in his seventh and final year at Hogwarts.
奧利弗伍德是個粗壯結實的十七歲少年，現在上七年級，這也是他在霍格沃茨的最后一年。
There was a quiet sort of desperation in his voice as he addressed his six fellow team members in the chilly changing rooms on the edge of the darkening Quidditch pitch.
在越來越暗的魁地奇球場邊上寒冷的更衣室里，他對他的六名隊友說著話，聲音里帶著一種靜靜的絕望。
'This is our last chance — my last chance — to win the Quidditch Cup,' he told them, striding up and down in front of them.
“這是我們贏得魁地奇杯的最后一次機會——我的最后一次機會，”他對隊友們說，在他們面前大步走來走去，
'I'll be leaving at the end of this year.
“今年年底我就要離開學校了。
I'll never get another shot at it.
我再也不能在這里比賽了。
'Gryffindor haven't won for seven years now.
“到現在為止，格蘭芬多已經七年沒有贏了。
OK, so we've had the worst luck in the world — injuries — then the tournament getting called off last year...'
好吧，我們過去運氣極壞——受了傷——然后去年又取消了錦標賽……”
Wood swallowed, as though the memory still brought a lump to his throat.
伍德咽了一口口水，好像這番記憶仍舊能給他的喉嚨帶來硬塊似的。
'But we also know we've got the best — ruddy — team — in — the — school,' he said, punching a fist into his other hand, the old manic glint back in his eye.
“但是我們也知道，我們有著本校——最佳——球隊的稱號。”他說，一手握拳，敲在另一只手上，眼睛里又閃現著昔日那種躁狂的光芒。
