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Fog was clouding his eyes. With a huge effort, he fought to remember,
雾像云似的迷糊了他的双眼。用尽全力，他努力记起，
Sirius was innocent – innocent – we'll be OK – I'm going to live with him.
西里斯是无辜的——无辜的——我们都会没事的——我要与他住在一起。
'Expecto patronum!' he gasped. By the feeble light of his formless Patronus, he saw a Dementor halt, very close to him.
“伊斯彼特华朗！”他喘着粗气说。借助无形的吧卓泥斯发出的光，他看到一只得蒙特停了下来，离他相当的近。
It couldn't walk through the cloud of silver mist Harry had conjured.
它无法穿过哈利施魔法产生的银白色的薄雾。
A dead, slimy hand slid out from under the cloak. It made a gesture as though to sweep the Patronus aside.
一只死气沉沉，薄如蝉翼的手从斗篷下面伸出。它做了一个手势好像是要将吧卓泥斯驱走似的。
'No – no –' Harry gasped, 'He's innocent … expecto – expecto patronum –'
“不要——不要——”哈利喘着气说，“他是无辜的——伊斯彼特华朗——”
He could feel them watching him, hear their rattling breath like an evil wind around him.
他可以感觉到他们在盯着他，可以听到他们那尖利的呼吸声如同一股邪风一样包围着他。
The nearest Dementor seemed to be considering him, then it raised both its rotting hands – and lowered its hood.
最近的得蒙特好像正在啄磨他，然后他举起了那双腐烂的手——拉下了他的头罩。
Where there should have been eyes, there was only thin, grey, scabbed skin, stretched blankly over empty sockets.
在应该长着眼睛的地方，只有一层灰色的，结了痴的薄薄的皮，糊住了空空的眼窝。
But there was a mouth, a gaping, shapeless hole, sucking the air with the sound of a death-rattle.
不过，这里有一张嘴，一个长满牙齿，毫无形状的洞，伴随着充满死亡的尖叫声，抽吸着空气。
A paralysing terror filled Harry so that he couldn't move or speak. His Patronus flickered and died.
哈利被一种令人瘫痪的恐惧包围着，以至于他无法动弹，也无法讲话。他的守护神摇曳而死。
