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“. . . kill . . . time to kill . . .”
“…杀人…是时候了…”
The voice was growing fainter. Harry was sure it was moving away — moving upward. A mixture of fear and excitement gripped him as he stared at the dark ceiling; how could it be moving upward? Was it a phantom, to whom stone ceilings didn't matter?
声音越来越弱了。哈利可以肯定它在移动——向上移动。他盯着漆黑的天花板，心里突然产生了一种既恐惧又兴奋的感觉；它怎么可能向上移动呢？难道它是一个幽灵，石头砌成的天花板根本挡不住它？
“This way,” he shouted, and he began to run, up the stairs, into the entrance hall. It was no good hoping to hear anything here, the babble of talk from the Halloween feast was echoing out of the Great Hall. Harry sprinted up the marble staircase to the first floor, Ron and Hermione clattering behind him.
“走这边。”他喊道，撒腿跑了起来，跑上楼梯，跑进门厅。这里回荡着礼堂里万圣节宴会的欢声笑语，不太可能听见其他动静。哈利全速奔上了大理石楼梯，来到二楼，罗恩和赫敏跌跌撞撞地跟在后面。
“Harry, what're we —”
“哈利，我们在做什—”
“SHH!”
“嘘！”
Harry strained his ears. Distantly, from the floor above, and growing fainter still, he heard the voice: “. . . I smell blood. . .I SMELL BLOOD!”
哈利竖起耳朵。远远地，从上面一层楼上，那个声音又传来了，而且变得越发微弱：“…我闻到了血腥味…我闻到了血腥味！”
His stomach lurched —
哈利的肚子猛地抽动起来。
“It's going to kill someone!” he shouted, and ignoring Ron's and Hermione's bewildered faces, he ran up the next flight of steps three at a time, trying to listen over his own pounding footsteps.
“它要杀人了！”他喊道，然后不顾罗恩和赫敏脸上困惑的表情，三步两步登上一层楼梯，一边在他沉重的脚步声中倾听着。
Harry hurtled around the whole of the second floor, Ron and Hermione panting behind him, not stopping until they turned a corner into the last, deserted passage.
哈利飞奔着把三楼转了个遍，罗恩和赫敏气喘吁吁地跟在后面，三个人马不停蹄，最后转过一个墙角，来到最后一条空荡荡的过道里。
“Harry, what was that all about?” said Ron, wiping sweat off his face. “I couldn't hear anything. . . .”
“哈利，这到底是怎么回事？”罗恩说，一边擦去脸上的汗珠。“我什么也听不见……”
But Hermione gave a sudden gasp, pointing down the corridor.
赫敏突然倒抽一口冷气，指着走廊的下方。
“Look!”
“看！”
