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The candles burned lower and lower, making the light dance over the many moving faces ofLockhart watching him.
蠟燭燒得越來越短，火光在許多張注視著他們的、會動的洛哈特的面孔上跳動。
Harry moved his aching hand over what felt like the thousandth envelope, writing out VeronicaSmethley's address.
哈利用酸痛的手寫著維羅妮卡斯美斯麗的地址，感覺這是第一千個信封了。
It must be nearly time to leave, Harry thought miserably, please let it be nearly time. . . .
時間快到了吧，哈利痛苦地想，求求你快到吧……
And then he heard something — something quite apart from the spitting of the dying candlesand Lockhart's prattle about his fans.
突然他聽到了一種聲音—一種與殘燭發出的噼啪聲或洛哈特的絮叨完全不同的聲音。
It was a voice, a voice to chill the bone marrow, a voice of breathtaking, ice-cold venom.
那是一個說話聲，一個令人毛骨悚然、呼吸停止、冰冷惡毒的說話聲。
“Come . come to me. Let me rip you. . Let me tear you. Let me kill you. ”
“來…過來…讓我撕你…撕裂你…殺死你…”
