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#笨拙的双语超短篇小作文尝试

“现在感觉如何？”

“你是相信我的对吗？邓布利多校长？”

“哈利。”邓布利多的闪烁的双眼被掩藏在那副半月形的眼镜下，令人琢磨不透。“恐怕我并不能这么说。”

“我真的看见他了！就在我面前！”

“冷静一点，孩子。喝点东西吧。”

"How does it feel now?"​

"You believe me, right? Headmaster Dumbledore?"​

"Harry."​ Dumbledore's shining eyes hide behind his half-moon glasses."I am afraid that I can not say so."

"I DO have seen him! Right in front of me!"

"Calm down, my boy. Have a drink, please."​

“好点了吗？哈利？”

“我不知道如何叫做好，教授。我好像生吞了一斤冰块，胃不停地翻滚，心跳得飞快，全身却彻头彻尾地冰凉。这感觉像是，切开心仪已久的蛋糕却发现了腐烂的内核，打开一扇华丽的大门迎面而来的却是垃圾的恶臭。他们宁愿死守着虚无的平静自欺欺人，也不愿抬起头颅正视现实。他们捂住自己的口鼻，闭上自己的双眼，假装面前没有深渊。这感觉像是坠落高空毫无倚仗，像是困居孤岛举目无亲，像是世界颠倒，我站在镜面的另一端，被一束束怀疑的视线灼烧。”

“你是个勇敢的格兰芬多，哈利。记住这个感觉，你会需要它的。如果你是正确的，那就不要畏惧。证明自己。”

哈利抬起头看着他，突然感觉自己是如此疲惫不堪。

"Better now? Harry?"

"I don't know what you mean by 'better', Professor. It feels as if I had swallowed tons of ice, my stomach knots, my heartbeat quickens but I am cold from head to toe. It feels like, cutting a long-waiting beautiful cake only to find it rotten inside；step into a splendid house greeted by sick smell of garbage instead. They prefer the fake peaceful life so much, unwilling to look at the real outside. They won't listen, refuse to see, pretending there is no abyss ahead. It feels like falling in air with nothing to hold; like isolated in a lonely island with nobody else to talk to; like the world has totally reversed, leaving me stand alone at the other edge of the glass with continuing heated, doubtful eyes casting on me."

"You are a Gryffindor, Harry. Brave. Please remember the feeling, it will be helpful somedays in the future. Don't be afraid. If you are right, then prove it. Will you?"

Harry lifts his head to look at him in the eye, suddenly too tired to say anything else.

哈利走出了校长室。

“破特。”

“滚开，马尔福！”

“神秘人回来了，对吗？”

哈利突然变得怒火中烧。他现在只想躺在床上！他脑袋正在尖叫：让我一个人待着！！！

“我知道，他回来了，对吗？你不会撒谎。我是说，你没必要这么干。”

哈利目不转睛地盯着他。

“操.你的，马尔福。”

然后哈利惊恐地发觉，自己的眼眶里不知何时开始积蓄着泪水。他.妈.的。

德拉科回看着他。

哈利一时间不知道该怎么描述自己的感觉，仿佛丧失了语言能力一般。可能是大难不死的解脱，可能还有一丝深藏心底里的隐秘的不为人知的欣喜。

可是哈利很快就把这些感受抛诸脑后，他痛苦地意识到了：他面前这个唯一相信他的人——德拉科——即将会成为那个与他完完全全对立的人。他们将站在世界的两端，中间隔着无数不可跨越的鸿沟。

他们自从初见便成为了对手，但从不是敌人。现在，他们将会成为敌人了。

命运推搡着他们渐行渐远，无从选择，也无路可退。

"Fuck you."哈利绝望地说。

他从来都不想这样。

Harry steps out of the office.

"Potter."

"Fuck off! Malfoy."

"Is he really back? You-Know-Who?"

Harry is so angry, glaring at the annoying boy. He just wants to lie in bed! His mind screams: Leave me alone!

"I know it. He is back, right? You cannot lie. I mean, there is no good."

Harry stares into him.

"Fuck you. Malfoy."

Terribly, Harry finds his eyes are gathering tears. Oh fuck.

Draco stares back.

Harry doesn't know how it feels. Words fail him all of a sudden. Maybe kind of relief. Maybe kind of hidden glad. It doesn't take long before Harry bitterly realises that the only one who believes his words——Draco—— is also going to be the exact person that will stand at the very opposite end of the world against himself.

They have become rivals since they first met, but never emeries. Now they are just going to be.

And there is no way coming back.

"Fuck you." He said again, desperately.

He never expects this.