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1、 Harry Potter AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE also by j. k. rowling Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone Year One at Hogwarts Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets Year Two at Hogwarts Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban Year Three at Hogwarts Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Year Four at Hogwar

2、ts Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Year Five at Hogwarts Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince Year Six at Hogwarts Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Year Seven at Hogwarts Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince BY J. K. Rowling ILLUSTRATIONS BY Mary GrandPr ARTHUR A. LEVINE BOOKS AN I

3、MPRINT OF SCHOLASTIC Press. To Mackenzie, My beautiful daughter, I dedicate Her ink-and-paper twin. Text copyright 2005 by J. K. Rowling Illustrations by Mary Grandpr copyright 2005 by Warner Bros. HARRY POTTER, characters, names and related indicia are trademarks of and Warner Bros. Harry Potter Pu

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6、 New York, NY 10012. Library of Congress Control Number: 2005921149 ISBN 0-439-78454-9 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 05 06 07 08 09 Printed in the U.S.A. 23 First American edition, July 2005 Contents ? vii ? ONE The Other Minister 1 TWO Spinners End 19 THREE Will and Wont 38 FOUR Horace Slughorn 57 FIVE An Exc

7、ess of Phlegm 81 SIX Dracos Detour 105 SEVEN The Slug Club 129 EIGHT Snape Victorious 155 ? viii ? NINE The Half-Blood Prince 171 TEN The House of Gaunt 194 ELEVEN Hermiones Helping Hand 217 TWELVE Silver and Opals 237 THIRTEEN The Secret Riddle 258 FOURTEEN Felix Felicis 279 FIFTEEN The Unbreakable

8、 Vow 303 SIXTEEN A Very Frosty Christmas 325 SEVENTEEN A Sluggish Memory 349 ? ix ? EIGHTEEN Birthday Surprises 373 NINETEEN Elf Tails 399 TWENTY Lord Voldemorts Request 423 TWENTY-ONE The Unknowable Room 447 TWENTY-TWO After the Burial 469 TWENTY-Three Horcruxes 492 TWENTY-FOUR Sectumsempra 513 TWE

9、NTY-FIVE The Seer Overheard 535 TWENTY-SIX The Cave 555 ? x ? TWENTY-SEVEN The Lightning Struck Tower 579 TWENTY-EIGHT Flight of the Prince 597 TWENTY-NINE The Phoenix Lament 611 THIRTY The White Tomb 633 Harry Potter AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE C H A P T E R O N E ? 1 ? THE OTHER MINISTER t was neari

10、ng midnight and the Prime Minister was sitting alone in his office, reading a long memo that was slipping through his brain without leaving the slightest trace of meaning be-hind. He was waiting for a call from the President of a far distant country, and between wondering when the wretched man would

11、 telephone, and trying to suppress unpleasant memories of what had been a very long, tiring, and difficult week, there was not much space in his head for anything else. The more he attempted to focus on the print on the page before him, the more clearly the Prime Minister could see the gloating face

12、 of one of his political oppo-nents. This particular opponent had appeared on the news that very day, not only to enumerate all the terrible things that had happened in the last week (as though anyone needed reminding) but also to explain why each and every one of them was the governments fault. The

13、 Prime Ministers pulse quickened at the very thought of these accusations, for they were neither fair nor true. How on earth I CHAPTER ONE ? 2 ? was his government supposed to have stopped that bridge collaps-ing? It was outrageous for anybody to suggest that they were not spending enough on bridges

14、. The bridge was fewer than ten years old, and the best experts were at a loss to explain why it had snapped cleanly in two, sending a dozen cars into the watery depths of the river below. And how dare anyone suggest that it was lack of policemen that had resulted in those two very nasty and well-pu

15、blicized murders? Or that the government should have somehow foreseen the freak hurricane in the West Country that had caused so much damage to both people and property? And was it his fault that one of his Junior Ministers, Herbert Chorley, had chosen this week to act so peculiarly that he was now

16、going to be spending a lot more time with his family? “A grim mood has gripped the country,” the opponent had con-cluded, barely concealing his own broad grin. And unfortunately, this was perfectly true. The Prime Minister felt it himself; people really did seem more miserable than usual. Even the w

17、eather was dismal; all this chilly mist in the middle of July. . . . It wasnt right, it wasnt normal. . . . He turned over the second page of the memo, saw how much longer it went on, and gave it up as a bad job. Stretching his arms above his head he looked around his office mournfully. It was a han

18、dsome room, with a fine marble fireplace facing the long sash windows, firmly closed against the unseasonable chill. With a slight shiver, the Prime Minister got up and moved over to the window, looking out at the thin mist that was pressing itself against the glass. It was then, as he stood with hi

19、s back to the room, that he heard a soft cough behind him. He froze, nose to nose with his own scared-looking reflection in THE OTHER MINISTER ? 3 ? the dark glass. He knew that cough. He had heard it before. He turned very slowly to face the empty room. “Hello?” he said, trying to sound braver than

20、 he felt. For a brief moment he allowed himself the impossible hope that nobody would answer him. However, a voice responded at once, a crisp, decisive voice that sounded as though it were reading a pre-pared statement. It was coming as the Prime Minister had known at the first cough from the frogli

21、ke little man wearing a long silver wig who was depicted in a small, dirty oil painting in the far corner of the room. “To the Prime Minister of Muggles. Urgent we meet. Kindly re-spond immediately. Sincerely, Fudge.” The man in the painting looked inquiringly at the Prime Minister. “Er,” said the P

22、rime Minister, “listen. . . . Its not a very good time for me. . . . Im waiting for a telephone call, you see . . . from the President of ” “That can be rearranged,” said the portrait at once. The Prime Ministers heart sank. He had been afraid of that. “But I really was rather hoping to speak ” “We

23、shall arrange for the President to forget to call. He will tele-phone tomorrow night instead,” said the little man. “Kindly re-spond immediately to Mr. Fudge.” “I . . . oh . . . very well,” said the Prime Minister weakly. “Yes, Ill see Fudge.” He hurried back to his desk, straightening his tie as he

24、 went. He had barely resumed his seat, and arranged his face into what he hoped was a relaxed and unfazed expression, when bright green flames burst into life in the empty grate beneath his marble man-telpiece. He watched, trying not to betray a flicker of surprise or CHAPTER ONE ? 4 ? alarm, as a p

25、ortly man appeared within the flames, spinning as fast as a top. Seconds later, he had climbed out onto a rather fine an-tique rug, brushing ash from the sleeves of his long pin-striped cloak, a lime-green bowler hat in his hand. “Ah . . . Prime Minister,” said Cornelius Fudge, striding forward with

26、 his hand outstretched. “Good to see you again.” The Prime Minister could not honestly return this compliment, so said nothing at all. He was not remotely pleased to see Fudge, whose occasional appearances, apart from being downright alarm-ing in themselves, generally meant that he was about to hear

27、 some very bad news. Furthermore, Fudge was looking distinctly care-worn. He was thinner, balder, and grayer, and his face had a crum-pled look. The Prime Minister had seen that kind of look in politicians before, and it never boded well. “How can I help you?” he said, shaking Fudges hand very brief

28、ly and gesturing toward the hardest of the chairs in front of the desk. “Difficult to know where to begin,” muttered Fudge, pulling up the chair, sitting down, and placing his green bowler upon his knees. “What a week, what a week . . .” “Had a bad one too, have you?” asked the Prime Minister stiffl

29、y, hoping to convey by this that he had quite enough on his plate al-ready without any extra helpings from Fudge. “Yes, of course,” said Fudge, rubbing his eyes wearily and look-ing morosely at the Prime Minister. “Ive been having the same week you have, Prime Minister. The Brockdale Bridge . . . th

30、e Bones and Vance murders . . . not to mention the ruckus in the West Country . . .” “You er your I mean to say, some of your people were were involved in those those things, were they?” THE OTHER MINISTER ? 5 ? Fudge fixed the Prime Minister with a rather stern look. “Of course they were,” he said.

31、 “Surely youve realized whats going on?” “I . . .” hesitated the Prime Minister. It was precisely this sort of behavior that made him dislike Fudges visits so much. He was, after all, the Prime Minister and did not appreciate being made to feel like an ignorant schoolboy. But of course, it had been

32、like this from his very first meeting with Fudge on his very first evening as Prime Minister. He remembered it as though it were yesterday and knew it would haunt him until his dying day. He had been standing alone in this very office, savoring the tri-umph that was his after so many years of dreami

33、ng and scheming, when he had heard a cough behind him, just like tonight, and turned to find that ugly little portrait talking to him, announcing that the Minister of Magic was about to arrive and introduce himself. Naturally, he had thought that the long campaign and the strain of the election had

34、caused him to go mad. He had been utterly ter-rified to find a portrait talking to him, though this had been noth-ing to how he felt when a self-proclaimed wizard had bounced out of the fireplace and shaken his hand. He had remained speechless throughout Fudges kindly explanation that there were wit

35、ches and wizards still living in secret all over the world and his reassurances that he was not to bother his head about them as the Ministry of Magic took responsibility for the whole Wizarding community and prevented the non-magical population from getting wind of them. It was, said Fudge, a diffi

36、cult job that encompassed everything from regulations on responsible use of broomsticks to keeping the dragon population under control (the Prime Minister remem-bered clutching the desk for support at this point). Fudge had then CHAPTER ONE ? 6 ? patted the shoulder of the still-dumbstruck Prime Min

37、ister in a fa-therly sort of way. “Not to worry,” he had said, “its odds-on youll never see me again. Ill only bother you if theres something really serious going on our end, something thats likely to affect the Muggles the non-magical population, I should say. Otherwise, its live and let live. And

38、I must say, youre taking it a lot better than your prede-cessor. He tried to throw me out the window, thought I was a hoax planned by the opposition.” At this, the Prime Minister had found his voice at last. “Youre youre not a hoax, then?” It had been his last, desperate hope. “No,” said Fudge gentl

39、y. “No, Im afraid Im not. Look.” And he had turned the Prime Ministers teacup into a gerbil. “But,” said the Prime Minister breathlessly, watching his teacup chewing on the corner of his next speech, “but why why has no-body told me ?” “The Minister of Magic only reveals him- or herself to the Mug-g

40、le Prime Minister of the day,” said Fudge, poking his wand back inside his jacket. “We find it the best way to maintain secrecy.” “But then,” bleated the Prime Minister, “why hasnt a former Prime Minister warned me ?” At this, Fudge had actually laughed. “My dear Prime Minister, are you ever going t

41、o tell anybody?” Still chortling, Fudge had thrown some powder into the fireplace, stepped into the emerald flames, and vanished with a whooshing sound. The Prime Minister had stood there, quite motionless, and re-alized that he would never, as long as he lived, dare mention this en-counter to a liv

42、ing soul, for who in the wide world would believe him? THE OTHER MINISTER ? 7 ? The shock had taken a little while to wear off. For a time, he had tried to convince himself that Fudge had indeed been a hallucina-tion brought on by lack of sleep during his grueling election cam-paign. In a vain attem

43、pt to rid himself of all reminders of this uncomfortable encounter, he had given the gerbil to his delighted niece and instructed his private secretary to take down the portrait of the ugly little man who had announced Fudges arrival. To the Prime Ministers dismay, however, the portrait had proved i

44、mpossi-ble to remove. When several carpenters, a builder or two, an art historian, and the Chancellor of the Exchequer had all tried unsuc-cessfully to prise it from the wall, the Prime Minister had aban-doned the attempt and simply resolved to hope that the thing remained motionless and silent for

45、the rest of his term in office. Occasionally he could have sworn he saw out of the corner of his eye the occupant of the painting yawning, or else scratching his nose; even, once or twice, simply walking out of his frame and leav-ing nothing but a stretch of muddy-brown canvas behind. How-ever, he h

46、ad trained himself not to look at the picture very much, and always to tell himself firmly that his eyes were playing tricks on him when anything like this happened. Then, three years ago, on a night very like tonight, the Prime Minister had been alone in his office when the portrait had once again

47、announced the imminent arrival of Fudge, who had burst out of the fireplace, sopping wet and in a state of considerable panic. Before the Prime Minister could ask why he was dripping all over the Axminster, Fudge had started ranting about a prison the Prime Minister had never heard of, a man named “

48、Serious” Black, some-thing that sounded like “Hogwarts,” and a boy called Harry Potter, none of which made the remotest sense to the Prime Minister. CHAPTER ONE ? 8 ? “. . . Ive just come from Azkaban,” Fudge had panted, tipping a large amount of water out of the rim of his bowler hat into his pocke

49、t. “Middle of the North Sea, you know, nasty flight . . . the dementors are in uproar” he shuddered “theyve never had a breakout before. Anyway, I had to come to you, Prime Minister. Blacks a known Muggle killer and may be planning to rejoin You-Know-Who. . . . But of course, you dont even know who

50、You-Know-Who is!” He had gazed hopelessly at the Prime Minister for a moment, then said, “Well, sit down, sit down, Id better fill you in. . . . Have a whiskey . . .” The Prime Minister rather resented being told to sit down in his own office, let alone offered his own whiskey, but he sat neverthe-l