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He grabbed the point of the Hat and pulled it off.
他抓住帽頂，把它摘了下來。
It hung limply in his hand, grubby and faded.
帽子軟塌塌地懸在他手里，臟兮兮的，已經褪了色。
Harry pushed it back onto its shelf, feeling sick.
哈利把它放回原來的擱板上，感到一陣惡心。
"You're wrong," he said aloud to the still and silent Hat. It didn't move. Harry backed away, watching it.
“你錯了。”他大聲對靜靜地待著、一言不發的帽子說。帽子沒有動彈。哈利凝視著它，向后退去。
Then a strange, gagging noise behind him made him wheel around. He wasn't alone after all.
突然后面傳來一個奇怪的窒息般的聲音，他猛地轉過身來。房間里根本不止他一個人。
Standing on a golden perch behind the door was a decrepit-looking bird which resembled a half-plucked turkey.
在門后一根高高的鍍金棲枝上，站著一只老態龍鐘的鳥，活像是一只被拔光了一半羽毛的火雞。
Harry stared at it and the bird looked balefully back, making its gagging noise again.
哈利盯著它，那鳥也用愁苦的目光望著他，同時又發出郡種窒息般的聲音。
Harry thought it looked very ill. Its eyes were dull, and even as Harry watched,
哈利覺得它看上去病得很重。它的眼睛毫無神采，而且就在哈利望著它的這會兒工夫，
a couple more feathers fell out of its tail.
又有幾片羽毛從它尾巴上掉了下來。
Harry was just thinking that all he needed was for Dumbledore's pet bird to die while he was alone in the office with it,
哈利心想，如果鄧布利多的鳥死了，而辦公室里只有他和鳥單獨待著，單是這一件事就夠他受的了。就在他這么想的時候，
when the bird burst into flames.
鳥全身突然著起火來。
Harry yelled in shock and backed away into the desk.
哈利驚恐地叫喊，后退著撞到桌上。
He looked feverishly around in case there was a glass of water somewhere, but couldn't see one.
他焦急地環顧四周，指望能有一杯水什么的，可是沒有看見。
The bird, meanwhile, had become a fireball;
與此同時，那只鳥已經變成了一只火球，
it gave one loud shriek and next second there was nothing but a smouldering pile of ash on the floor.
它慘叫一聲，接著便消失了，只剩下地板上一堆還沒有完全熄滅的灰燼。
The office door opened. Dumbledore came in, looking very sombre.
辦公室的門開了，鄧布利多走了進來，神情十分凝重。
"Professor," Harry gasped, "your bird—I couldn't do anything—he just caught fire—"
“教授，”哈利喘著氣說，“你的鳥——我沒辦法——它突然著了火——”
To Harry's astonishment, Dumbledore smiled. "About time, too," he said.
令哈利感到大為吃驚的是，鄧布利多居然露出了微笑。
"He's been looking dreadful for days, I've been telling him to get a move on."
“差不多是時候了，”他說，“它模樣可怕已經有好多天了，我一直叫它快點行動。”
He chuckled at the stunned look on Harry's face.
他看到哈利臉上驚愕的表情，不禁輕輕地笑了。
"Fawkes is a phoenix, Harry. Phoenixes burst into flame when it is time for them to die and are reborn from the ashes. Watch him ..."
“福克斯是一只鳳凰，哈利。鳳凰到了將死的時候，就會自焚，然后從灰燼里再生。你看著它……”
Harry looked down in time to see a tiny, wrinkled, new-born bird poke its head out of the ashes.
哈利一低頭，正好看見一只小小的、全身皺巴巴的雛鳥從灰燼中探出腦袋。
It was quite as ugly as the old one.
它的相貌和老鳥一般丑陋。
