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Nearly Headless Nick now drifted toward them through the crowd.
差点没头的尼克从人群中飘然而至。
“Enjoying yourselves?”
“玩得高兴吗？”
“Oh, yes,” they lied.
“哦，高兴。”他们撒谎说。
“Not a bad turnout,” said Nearly Headless Nick proudly.
“人数还令人满意，”差点没头的尼克骄傲地说，
“The Wailing Widow came all the way up from Kent. . . .
“哭喊的寡妇大老远地从肯特郡赶来……
It's nearly time for my speech, I'd better go and warn the orchestra. . . .”
我讲话的时间快要到了，我最好去跟乐队提个醒儿……”
The orchestra, however, stopped playing at that very moment.
没想到，就在这时候，乐队突然停止了演奏。
They, and everyone else in the dungeon, fell silent, looking around in excitement, as a hunting horn sounded.
他们和地下教室里的每个人都沉默下来，兴奋地环顾四周，一只猎号吹响了。
“Oh, here we go,” said Nearly Headless Nick bitterly.
“哦，糟了。”差点没头的尼克痛苦地说。
Through the dungeon wall burst a dozen ghost horses, each ridden by a headless horseman.
从地下教室的墙壁突然奔出十二匹鬼马，每匹马上面都有一个无头的骑手。
The assembly clapped wildly; Harry started to clap, too, but stopped quickly at the sight of Nick's face.
全体参加晚会的人热烈鼓掌；哈利也拍起了巴掌，但一看到尼克的脸色，他就赶紧停住了。
The horses galloped into the middle of the dance floor and halted, rearing and plunging.
十二匹鬼马跑到舞场中央，猛地站住了，先用后腿直立起来，又踢起后蹄冲蹿。
At the front of the pack was a large ghost who held his bearded head under his arm, from which position he was blowing the horn.
最前面的马上是一个大块头的鬼，长着络腮胡的脑袋夹在胳膊底下，吹着号角。
