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刚好今天译了一小段Beware of Foolish Wandwaving, By Laume, Anju
先贴过来麻烦斑竹看看了。
我先贴译文，然后贴原文吧。
第三章
木头栏杆。
真是太棒了。
他们居然把他放进了一个幼儿床，而且他还爬不出去。他推开毯子，思考着为什么感觉如此的又湿又冷。而当他意识到那究竟是什么的时候，他石化了。（原文应该是“他脸色苍白了”。不过我觉得这样恶搞一下更可爱><）他怎么可能，怎么可能尿湿了尿布？他怎么可能没有注意到自己需要上厕所了？沮丧地抓住栏杆，他笨拙地试图站起来，但却发现他没法走路了。他没法保持平衡。爬出去变成了不可能的任务。
突然间他的腿失去了控制，而他坐倒在湿乎乎的尿布上，等等，他现在注意到尿布不仅仅是“湿了”而已。梅林呀，这不可能发生在他身上！这一切都不是真的！为什么这个可怕的身体拒绝服从他的命令，为什么这个身体要一再地这样羞辱他啊？
他前后翻滚着，感觉自己悲惨无比。他甚至没注意到眼泪滑下了他的脸。
而这就是大约一小时后，阿不思所看见的他的样子。
“西弗勒斯？你怎么了？”
他向婴儿床倾身，然后立即闻到了问题所在。那个婴儿直直地坐着，又湿又冷。
“哦，宝贝儿，”他把婴儿抱出婴儿床，然后用相对最干爽的一条毯子把他包起来，“没事的，别哭。我们马上就给你洗个暖暖的澡，然后把你弄干净。”
西弗勒斯已经震惊到漠不关心的地步了。他安静地让邓不利多把他脱光，给他换了脏尿布。他尽量不去看邓不利多，害怕自己那不听话的身体会再次背叛他，而他会嚎啕大哭。软软的大手举起他，又将他放进温暖的水中。热水渐渐带走了曾经弥漫他全身的寒冷。
“好些了么？嗯？”邓不利多温柔地让他平躺，用一只手支撑着他，同时用另一只手给他洗头发。
“我甜蜜的宝宝是谁呀？嗯？”
“别说那种毫无意义的废话，阿不思”，他疲倦地评论道，这一次忽视了逸出自己双唇的咿呀声。
当他被抱出水的时候他的脸扭曲了——太冷了。但他很快就被擦干，并被一条软软的大毛巾包起来。
“让咱们去哈利昨天买的那堆衣服里给你找一件穿，”阿不思说，抱着婴儿走回卧室，并把他放在自己那张大床上。
“梅林啊，阿不思，我开始觉得，等我回到我的正常年纪以后，哪怕只是为了让你没法否认你终于有一次带我上你的床这事儿，也值得让我承认整个过程中我都还保有自己的意识了。”被逗乐了的西弗勒斯说。
不幸的是，邓不利多所有听到的只是“阿——比——”以及一大堆超可爱的咕噜声，而这些声音极大地激发了他的父性，导致西弗勒斯被迫地，同时极度吃惊地，接受了很长的一段抚慰。
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没多久，哈利进来了。
“哈，这个给你。”邓布利多把西弗勒斯交给了这个男孩，“他已经洗过澡，穿好衣服了。不过他还需要喂点儿早餐。”
“当然当然，”哈利让婴儿先坐着，与此同时，他开始翻箱倒柜地在他昨天买的一堆东西里翻找着什么。
“啊，在这儿。”他拿出一个小瓶子，以及一个画着鸭子的小碗，“你是想喝点奶呢，还是要麦片粥呢？”
“他只有十个月大，哈利！”邓布利多责备地说，“他可分别不出这些。”
哈利直接无视了老人。
呃，不管哪种，让哈利来喂都够糟糕的。但如果别无选择，那么他还是宁可要麦片粥。他伸出手去抓住了碗。
“那么就是麦片粥了，”哈利得意地对着困惑的校长一笑。
波特把他举到一个高脚椅子里，还给他系上了带子固定住他——这也是个好主意，因为在他尝试站立或者移动的时候，他已经意识到，他的平衡能力已经消逝得差不多了。
于此同时，那个过分激动的，患有波特迷恋症的家养小精灵——莫莉？不不，那是个“他”……多比——已经给碗里装满了白粥。
好吧，总比什么也没有强。
“我能够自己吃饭，波特，”他试着对那个举着汤匙到他嘴边的小鬼咆哮。他伸手去抓那根汤匙，但一只手抓住了他的手臂，阻挠了他的尝试。
“很抱歉，但是你还不能自己吃。只要我们还不想把校长的房间覆满粥就不行。这么和你说吧，中午我会带你到厨房，让家养小精灵收拾出一块容易清扫的地儿来，在那儿你可以自己吃。”
这个死小孩真够胆！竟敢暗示他是某种……某种……不能被信任有法子自己吃好饭的婴儿！
“一千分扣掉，扣给唔夫夫……”他的评论被波特塞进他嘴里的一大勺粥给硬生生打断了。
这玩意吃起来倒没它看起来那么糟。他现在才注意到他确实饿坏了。他大口吞下后立刻张开了嘴，等着下一勺。
无视波特露出的傻笑，他简单地专注在他的早餐上。
菲里乌斯（译者注：弗立维教授）最好赶紧把那该死的解咒语给研究出来。
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“我——我——我的——主——主上？”
“什么事？卢修斯？”
“我的主上，我为打扰您恳请您的怜悯，但我的儿子给我传来了——消息。”
“好消息还是坏消息？”
卢修斯有一点儿迷惑，“我——呃，我不是很确定，主上。可能是坏消息吧，我猜。”
“好了，究竟发生了什么事？”
“是……是斯内普，主上。德拉科告诉我波特和他的朋友们卷进了一场争执，然后当斯内普试图干涉的时候，多个咒语的组合打中了他，让他变成了个婴儿。”
“一个婴儿？”伏地魔目瞪口呆地坐着，“我的魔药大师现在是一个流口水的婴儿了？”
“根据德拉科的情报，确实如此，我的主上。他现在被邓布利多照顾着。他们正在研究解咒的办法。”
“啊，我还真没听说过，卢修斯，有那种效果的咒语，就算是结合后的结果也……有几种古代咒语可能能有这种效果，但是那些记载着这些咒语的书应该没幸存几本了，可能布莱克家的图书馆，我自己的图书馆，你的，还有斯内普的那里能有。波特当时到底在和谁争执啊？”
卢修斯畏惧地退缩了，“德——德拉科，主上……”
伏地魔翻翻白眼——由于那基本上是一条血红的缝隙，所以看起来就更令人毛骨悚然了，“我早该猜到了。非常好。贝拉，Rastaban，纳西莎——去找出解咒法。卢修斯，去把斯内普从霍格沃茨给我带回来。”
“主上？”
伏地魔没有耐心地咆哮，“哦得了吧，卢修斯，他现在是个婴儿。当然即使是你应该也可以搞定一个婴儿的，对不？”
卢修斯在心底秘密地想着，比起黑魔王本人，也许他能更熟练的搞定一个婴儿呢。当然，他非常珍惜自己的生命，所以并没有把这些话给说出口来。
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西弗勒斯坐在办公室的地板上，看着哈利把一大包东西解开拿出来。
“现在有个棘手的事情，那就是我完全不知道这些玩具是什么以及他们怎么用，所以我们得来做点儿实验了，可以吧？”
“真的吗？波特，我还以为你的亲戚们曾经给你买过他们能想到的所有玩具呢，”西弗勒斯嘲笑道。
哈利拿出一个，“啊，我真想知道这是个啥？”
他的手中拿着一个四方形盒子，里面有几个剪切出的图形，随盒子附上的还有几个颜色形状各异的小块。
He held a square box in his hands with several cut out forms in it. Small blocks of various shapes and sizes came with it.
“哦，看在梅林的份上，波特，把它拿到这儿来。”
西弗勒斯把盒子拉近，拿起一个小块，找到对应的洞里放好。事实上在此过程中，他那不配合的手指给他找了点麻烦，但他还是成功了。
“啊，棒极了！”波特微笑着转向其他的东西。
啊噢。这死小孩现在在想些什么呢？
一口塑料锅被放在了他的面前，还有其他几个稍大些的容器。他们看上去装着彩色的粉末，只是好像毫无办法把这些东西打开。
“我知道这些东西和你成年的时候那些工作伙伴没法比，但是，一个像你这样的大师应该有些与生俱来的天赋不是么？”
西弗勒斯尝试地拿起了一个容器，又实验性地晃了晃它。一些粉末撒了下来，落进了锅里。
“好了，波特，来玩儿吧。”他假笑一声，“即使是这种魔药工作也超越了你的技巧水准。我应该在课上给你弄这么一套玩意儿的。”
波特拿起一个玩具龙，“我不被允许有玩具”，他轻声说，“那是不可以的。”
没有玩具？不不，波特只是想得到他的同情。但是再一次地——既然波特不知道西弗勒斯能听懂他说的话，那么这小子就没有理由说谎。哦，他可能只是误解了什么，就这样而已。
“达力11岁生日的时候得到了39个礼物，”波特说，他俯卧在地毯上，玩着婴儿的玩具。可悲啊！但是再一次地——他已经37岁了，也在玩着婴儿玩具。
“我第一次得到圣诞礼物的时候真是棒极了，”这小鬼看起来已经开始怀旧了，在他这个年纪。
“我第一个在霍格沃茨的圣诞节，韦斯莱太太给我织了我的第一件套头毛衣。”
他望着上方，微笑着，“假如你现在是成年的你，你会说我是在说谎来博取注意力。好了，现在，你想要一只填充的泰迪熊陪着睡还是一只填充的独角兽陪着睡？”
他们玩了很长一段时间，或者应该说，哈利玩了很长一段时间。西弗勒斯只是在测试各种玩具来确保波特不会弄坏它们。
终于，他打了个哈欠，揉揉眼睛。
“午饭和午睡时间到，”哈利抱起他，然后他们找到了刚刚处理完早上的文件的邓布利多。
“啊，哈利，过得怎么样？”
“非常好，先生，他是个乖孩子。但现在他需要午饭和午睡了。”
他吃了一些不算坏的糊糊。但是西弗勒斯真挚地希望有人能给他点硬的东西。总喝液体实在令人厌倦，除非是酒精类的液体。但是，他非常怀疑有任何人会给他以上的任一种。
“我现在就给他换尿布，然后把他放到床上去。”午饭结束时哈利这么说。
波特？给他换尿布，然后把他放到床上去？这事情错得如此离谱以至于他完全没法用任何词汇来形容了。等等，或许有一个。
“哇啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊！”
假如底下厨房里的家养小精灵因为这声尖叫耳聋了，也不是什么令人惊奇的事儿。
“阿比，”西弗勒斯呜咽道，“阿比。”
“我想他宁可要你，先生”，波特居然理解了，“给。”
邓布利多从男孩那儿接过他，让他靠着自己的肩膀趴着，轻柔地抚摩着他的背。
“没事了，小家伙，别这么苦恼。小睡时间了，我的乖宝宝。”
很快，他又被塞在他的婴儿床里，无意识地吮吸着拇指。此刻，他们三个都幸福地对一封正向他们而来的信一无所知。
有些不好的事儿已经在来找他们的路上了……
Wooden bars.
Great.
They had put him in a cot and he couldn’t get out. He pushed off the blankets, wondering what was so wet and cold. When he realized what it was, he paled. How, HOW could he have wet his nappy? How could he not have noticed he needed to use the bathroom? Grabbing the bars in frustration, he managed to haul himself to his feet clumsily only to find he couldn’t walk at all. He couldn’t find the right balance. Climbing out was impossible.
Suddenly his legs gave way from under him, and he landed on the soggy diaper. Which was more than just wet, he now noticed. Oh Merlin, this was not happening to him! This couldn’t be happening. Why wouldn’t this horrible body obey him, why did it have to continue to humiliate him?
He rocked back and forth, feeling utterly miserable. He wasn’t even aware of the tears running down his face.
That was how Albus found him nearly an hour later.
“Severus? What is it?”
He leaned over the cot and immediately smelled the problem. The child was sitting up, wet and cold.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he lifted the child from the cot and wrapped him in one of the least damp blankets, “It’s alright, don’t cry. We’re going to run you a nice warm bath and clean you up.”
Severus was too shocked to care. He quietly allowed Dumbledore to undress him and remove the dirty nappy. He avoided looking at the man, afraid his treacherous body would betray him and he’d burst into tears. Soft hands lifted him and lowered him into warm water. The cold that had permeated his entire body slowly seeped away with the water.
“Is that better, hmmm?” Dumbledore gently eased him back, supporting him with one hand while washing his hair with the other.
“Who’s my sweet boy, hmm?”
“Don’t talk such nonsense, Albus,” he commented tiredly, for once ignoring the babbling that emerged from his lips.
He grimaced when he was taken from the water – that was cold. But he was soon dried and wrapped in a soft towel.
“Let’s find you some clothes from the pile Harry bought yesterday,” Albus said, carrying the baby back to the bedroom and laying him down on his own huge bed.
“Merlin, Albus, it will be worth admitting that I kept my mind all along when I’m back to my proper age, if only to never let you live it down that you took me into your bed once,” Severus said, amused.
Unfortunately, all Dumbledore understood was ‘A-by’ and a lot of cute sounding gurgling. Which triggered his paternal streak, and led to Severus being subject to a long cuddle much to his extreme dismay.
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Harry entered a little while later.
“Ah, there you are.” Dumbledore handed Severus to the boy, “He has been bathed and dressed, but he still needs to be fed his breakfast.”
“Of course,” Harry shifted the child to his hip as he rummaged around the things he had bought the previous day.
“Ah, here.” He took out a bottle and a small bowl with ducks painted on it. “Do you want a bottle, or porridge?”
“He’s ten months old, Harry!” Dumbledore scolded, “he doesn’t know the difference.”
Harry ignored the old man.
Well, being fed by Potter was going to be awful either way, but if it had to happen he much preferred the porridge. He reached out and grabbed the bowl.
“Porridge it is, then,” Harry sent a smirk at the bemused Headmaster.
Potter lifted him in a highchair and strapped him in – a good thing too, since his balance seemed to be so off whenever he tried to stand or move.
Meanwhile, the overexcited House Elf that had a Potter obsession – Molly? No, it was a ‘he’…Dobby – had filled the bowl with a bland porridge.
Oh well. Better than nothing.
“I can feed myself, Potter,” he tried to snarl as the brat held the spoon to his mouth. He made a grab for it, only to be thwarted by a hand taking his arm.
“I’m sorry, but you can’t eat by yourself yet. Not if we don’t want the Headmaster’s room covered in porridge. Tell you what, for lunch I’ll take you to the kitchens and ask the House Elves to create a space where you can feed yourself that’s easy to clean.”
The NERVE of the boy! Suggesting he was some kind of…of…BABY that couldn’t be trusted to feed himself!
“A thousand points from hmpfrf…” his comments were cut short by Potter sticking a spoonful of porridge into his mouth.
It actually didn’t taste as bad as it looked. He now noticed he was starving. He swallowed and opened his mouth impatiently for the next spoonful.
Ignoring Potter’s giggle, he simply focused on his breakfast.
Filius had better hurry up with that blasted countercurse.
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“M-M-My L-Lord?”
“Yes, Lucius?”
“My Lord, I beg your mercy, but my son has sent me – news.”
“Good or bad?”
Lucius was a bit confused. “I-I’m not sure, my Lord. Bad, I think.”
“Well, what happened?”
“It is…it is Snape, Master. Draco tells me that Potter and his friends got into a fight, and when Snape tried to interfere, the combination of spells that hit him caused him to turn into an infant.”
“An infant?” Voldemort sat stunned. “My Potions Master is a drooling baby?”
“According to Draco, yes, my Lord. He is currently in the care of Dumbledore. They are researching a countercurse.”
“Ah. I have never heard, Lucius, of spells having this effect, even when combined…there are a few ancient ones that do that, but the only surviving copies of the books one could learn them from are in the Black library, my own library, yours, and Snape’s. Who was Potter having an argument with in the first place?”
Lucius winced and cowered. “D-Draco, Master…”
Voldemort rolled his eyes, which looked especially creepy with the red slits. “I should have guessed. Very well. Bella, Rastaban, Narcissa – go find the countercurse. Lucius, go pick up Snape from Hogwarts.”
“Master?”
Voldemort snarled impatiently, “Oh come on, Lucius, he’s a baby. Surely even YOU can handle a baby?”
Secretly, Lucius thought he was probably more adept at handling a baby than the Dark Lord, but he valued his life too much to actually say that out loud.
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Severus sat on the floor of the office, watching Harry unpack a number of items.
“Now, the tricky thing is that I have no idea what these toys are and what they do, so we’ll just have to experiment, okay?”
“Really, Potter, I’d have thought your relatives bought you every toy imaginable,” Severus sneered.
Harry unpacked one . “Ah. I wonder what this is?”
He held a square box in his hands with several cut out forms in it. Small blocks of various shapes and sizes came with it.
“Oh for Merlin’s sake, Potter, give it here.”
Severus pulled the box close, grabbed one of the blocks and found the right hole to put it through. Actually fitting the block into it once he had found it proved a bit difficult with his uncooperative fingers, but he managed.
“Ah, excellent!” Potter smiled and turned back to the other things.
Uh oh. What did the brat have in mind now?
A small plastic cauldron was placed before him, as well as several largish containers. They seemed to contain colored dust, but there was no way to open them.
“I know it’s nothing compared to what you work with as an adult, but I figured a master like you was born with the ability.”
Severus tentatively picked up a container and experimentally shook it. Some dust sprinkled down and settled in the cauldron.
“Well, Potter, come and play,” he smirked, “this kind of potions work is more of your skill level. I should get a set like this for you in class.”
Potter picked up a toy dragon. “I wasn’t allowed toys,” he said softly, “it would’ve been nice.”
No toys? No, Potter was just trying to gain his sympathy. Then again – he didn’t know Severus could understand him. There was no point in lying. Oh, he had probably just misunderstood, that’s all.
“Dudley got 39 presents for his eleventh birthday,” Potter said, laying on his stomach on the carpet, playing with babytoys. Pathetic. Then again, HE was 37 and playing with babytoys.
“First time I got Christmas presents was great,” the brat seemed to grow nostalgic now. At his age.
“My first Christmas here at Hogwarts. Mrs Weasley made me my first jumper.”
He looked up, and smiled. “If you were an adult now, you’d just say I was lying for attention. Ah well. Now, do you prefer a stuffed teddybear or a stuffed unicorn to sleep with?”
They played for a long time. Or rather, Harry played. Severus was just testing toys so Potter wouldn’t destroy them.
Finally, he yawned and rubbed his eyes.
“Time for lunch and a nap,” Harry picked him up and they joined Dumbledore, who had just finished with the morning’s paperwork.
“Ah, Harry. How did it go?”
“Very good, sir, he’s a sweet kid. But now he needs lunch and a nap.”
The mash he got wasn’t bad either, but Severus did dearly wish someone would get him something SOLID. Liquids got boring, unless they were of the alcoholic kind, and he doubted they would give him any of those.
“I’ll just change his diaper and put him to bed,” Harry said when lunch was over.
Potter? Change him and put him to bed? That was so wrong there just were no words for it. Maybe one.
“WAAAHHHHHHHHH!”
No one would have been surprised if the House Elves down in the kitchen had gone deaf from that scream.
“Aby,” Severus sobbed, “Aby.”
“I think he wants you, sir,” Potter caught on, “here.”
Dumbledore took him from the boy, and held him up against his shoulder, softly rubbing his back.
“There you go, little one, no need to fret so. Naptime, my sweet boy.”
Soon he was once again tucked in his crib, sucking his thumb unconsciously, all three of them blissfully unaware of a letter that was headed their way.
Something wicked their way came… |
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楼主: 月下珠
