Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone: Chapter 9 - The Midnight Duel
Chapter 9
The Midnight Duel
On the day Harry learns that his flying lessons will begin, he also learns Draco Malfoy will be in his class. “I can’t believe it,” Harry complains. “I’m going to make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy.” “You don’t know that, Harry,” says Ron. “Malfoy says he’s so good at Quidditch, but I think he just likes to hear the sound of his own voice.”
But, like Harry, there are other children who are nervous about learning to fly. Neville Longbottom has never been on a broomstick in his life, mainly because he always has accidents. And Hermione is almost as nervous as Neville. Flying on a broomstick is something that she cannot learn from a book - but of course she has tried!
Later that afternoon they have their first lesson in a large grass field near the forbidden forest. On the ground there are twenty broomsticks, lying in perfect lines in the grass. The older students from Gryffindor say that the school brooms are not very good. They say that they vibrate if you fly too high, or they always fly a little to the left.
Their flying teacher is Madam Hooch. She is short with gray hair and yellow eyes. “Well, what are you all waiting for?” she barks. “Everyone, stand next to a broomstick. Come on, hurry up!” Harry looks down at his broomstick. It is very old and it looks very uncomfortable and very unsafe. “Hold your right hand over your broom and say ‘UP!’,” yells Madam Hooch. “UP!” everyone shouts.
Harry’s broom jumps into his hand immediately. But this does not happen with the other students. Hermione’s broom just rolls over on the ground, and Neville’s broom does not move at all. Maybe brooms know when you are scared, Harry thinks. Neville’s voice sounds like he is terrified and he wants to keep his feet on the ground. Madam Hooch then shows them how to get on their brooms and sit without falling off.
She walks down the line of children and corrects how they are holding the brooms. Harry and Ron are very happy when she tells Malfoy that he has been doing it incorrectly for years. “Now,” yells Madam Hooch, “when I blow my whistle, push hard off the ground with your feet. Keep your brooms steady, rise a meter or so and then come back down by leaning forward a little bit. Three…two…” But Neville, because he is so nervous, pushes very hard with his feet before Madam Hooch blows the whistle.
“Come back, boy!” she shouts, but Neville is rising straight up into the air like a cork from a champagne bottle - 5 meters, 10 meters. Harry can see Neville’s terrified face looking down. Neville screams in fear, slips over the side of his broom and… THUD / CRACK! Neville is lying on his face in the grass and his broomstick flies off by itself into the forbidden forest. Madam Hooch is standing over Neville. “Broken wrist,” she says quietly. “Come on, boy, it’s all right, up you go.”
Madam Hooch helps Neville up and says to the whole class, “None of you move while I take this boy to the hospital wing. Leave the broomsticks on the ground or you will be expelled from Hogwarts before you can say ‘Quidditch’. Let’s go, dear.” As she walks away with Neville, the children notice something shining and sparkling in the grass where Neville has fallen.
It is Neville’s Rememberall! A shiny round glass ball that helps you remember things. It is a gift Neville has received from his grandmother. Malfoy runs over to the object and picks it up. “It’s that stupid thing Longbottom’s grandmother sent him,” laughs Malfoy. “Give that to me, Malfoy,” says Harry quietly. Everyone stops talking and watches what is about to happen. Malfoy has a cruel smile on his face.
“I think I’ll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find - how about up in a tree?” says Malfoy. “Give it here!” yells Harry, but Malfoy jumps on his broomstick and flies away. He is not lying - he knows how to fly well. High above, Malfoy calls out, “Come and get it, Potter!” Harry picks up his broom. “No!” shouts Hermione Granger. “Madam Hooch told us not to move - you’ll get us all in trouble!”
Harry ignores her. He jumps onto his broom and kicks hard against the ground. He flies high into the air. He realizes with great joy that he is naturally good at flying - it is easy and wonderful. He leans back on the broomstick and flies higher into the sky. He can hear the screams and gasps of the children on the ground, and he hears Ron shout in admiration, “Go get him, Harry!”
Harry turns his broomstick to face Malfoy in midair. Malfoy is not expecting any of this. He is in shock. “Give me Neville’s Remeberall,” yells Harry, “or I’ll knock you off your broom!” Malfoy begins to look a little worried. “Oh, yeah?” he answers, “Come and get it.” Harry does not know how he knows, but he knows what to do. He leans forward and shoots towards Malfoy like a bullet. Malfoy manages to move out of the way just in time.
“Crabbe and Goyle aren’t up here to save you, Malfoy!” yells Harry, as he turns around to face Malfoy again. “Come on Potter!” yells Malfoy, “Catch it if you can!” He throws the glass ball high into the air and turns quickly and flies back down to the ground. Harry sees the ball rise high into the air, and then start to fall back to the ground. He leans forward and points his broom down. He begins to move faster and faster, racing the ball as it falls.
The wind is whistling in his ears as he dives down. The children below are yelling and cheering in support. He reaches out his hand and, just before he crashes into the ground, he catches the ball and pulls up on the broomstick and lands softly in the grass. He is holding Neville’s Rememberall safely in his hand. “HARRY POTTER!” It is Professor McGonagall. She is coming towards them quickly. Harry gets to his feet. He is terrified of what Professor McGonagall will do to him.
“I have never, in all my time here at Hogwarts, seen such disobedience from first year students. You might have broken your neck!” Professor McGonagall is very angry. “Follow me, Potter, right now!” I’m going to be expelled, Harry thinks! I just know it. He wants to say something to defend himself, but he cannot find his voice. He has not been at Hogwarts for two weeks and he is now going to have to return to live with the Dursleys.
Professor McGonagall does not say a word as she enters the school. Harry follows her miserably as they walk down a long corridor and stop in front of a classroom. Professor McGonagall opens the door. “Excuse me, Professor Flitwick. I need to borrow Oliver Wood for a moment.” A confused boy comes out of the room. He is an older boy, from the fifth year. “Come with me, Wood. You, too, Potter.” They follow Professor McGonagall as she walks quickly down the corridor and enters an empty classroom.
“Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I’ve found you a Seeker.” The confused look on Wood’s face changes to happiness. “Are you serious, Professor?” says Wood. “Absolutely,” she answers. “The boy is a natural. I have never seen anything like it. Wood’s captain of the Gryffindor team,” Professor McGonagall explains.”Was that your first time on a broomstick, Potter?” Harry does not have a clue what is happening, but he nods his head, yes.
“He is the perfect size for a Seeker. Light, fast,” Wood says excitedly. “We’ll have to get him a decent broom, Professor – a Nimbus 2000 or a Cleansweep Seven. Have you ever seen a game of Quidditch, Potter?” Harry shakes his head, no. “That doesn’t matter. If what Professor McGonagall says is true, you might be the perfect person to help us end Gryffindor’s losing streak. It’s about time we take back the Cup from Slytherin!”
Professor McGonagall looks at Harry very sternly. “I want you to train very hard, Potter, or I might still punish you for your disobedience today.” Then she suddenly smiles. “Your father would have been proud of you. He was an excellent Quidditch player himself, you know,” she says. “Now, get back to your house. We’ll talk later.” Harry, still confused but excited, heads back to Gryffindor.
Later that night, during dinner, Harry tells Ron and the other children of Gryffindor about his encounter with Professor McGonagall. It is hard for them to believe it. Even Harry has difficulty believing what is happening. But Wood confirms the incredible news when he comes by the table and talks to Harry again. “You start training next week, Potter. You’ll be the youngest Seeker in a century at Hogwarts. See you next week!” Ron is so impressed and amazed, he just sits there with his mouth open. Then Malfoy appears.
Crabbe and Goyle stand next to him like stone columns. “Is this your last meal before you get expelled, Potter?” says Malfoy with a cruel smile on his face. “I hope you enjoy life with the Muggles again!” He laughs at his own meanness. “You’re very brave now that you are on the ground with your little friends with you,” says Harry, with more confidence than he feels. In fact, Crabbe and Goyle are not little at all.
“I can fight you any time, Potter,” says Malfoy. “How about tonight. A wizard’s duel. Wands only - no physical contact. What’s the matter? You’ve never heard of a wizard’s duel?” “Of course he has,” answers Ron in Harry’s defense. “Harry accepts, and I’ll be his second!” Malfoy smiles and looks at the two boys beside him. “Crabbe’s my second. Tonight then, at midnight. In the trophy room.” Malfoy looks at Harry with a mean face, “Don’t be late, coward,” he says, and walks away with Crabbe and Goyle on each side.
“You can’t have a wizard’s duel with Malfoy tonight,” says Hermione, who has been listening to the conversation. “You’ll be caught and you’ll get us all in trouble again!” “I don’t even know what a wizard’s duel is!” says Harry, confused. “And what’s a ‘second’, Ron?” “Well, as your second,” answers Ron, “if you die in the duel, I take over. It’s a normal practice in the wizarding world. But don’t worry, I don’t think either of you know enough magic to really hurt each other - just a bunch of noise and smoke, probably.”
Later that night, Harry is nervous about his duel with Malfoy. But he gets out of bed, picks up his wand and he and Ron leave the Gryffindor common room as quietly as they can. Before they can exit through the painting in the corridor, there is a voice from one of the chairs. “I can’t believe you’re going to do this, Harry.” It is Hermione Granger. “You!” says Ron angrily. “Go back to bed!” “I’m coming, too!” It is Neville Longbottom, who wakes up when he hears all the talking.
Harry does not want anyone to get in trouble, but he is relieved that he will not face Malfoy alone. The small group leaves the common room and heads down the corridor to the trophy room. Hermione continues to complain about Gryffindor losing points, and Neville walks into a wall in the dark corridor. At every corner, the children expect to see Filch or his cat, Mrs. Norris, but they are lucky - they finally arrive at the trophy room safely. But the trophy room is empty. Malfoy and Crabbe are not there.
The minutes pass, but Malfoy does not come. “Maybe he’s afraid,” says Ron, hopefully. Suddenly they hear a voice from the next room. It is not Malfoy. It is Filch talking to his cat. “Can you smell them? They are in here somewhere, for sure. They are probably hiding.” Malfoy has tricked them - he has told Filch that Harry will be waiting in the trophy room!
Harry does not wait to be captured. “Follow me!” he whispers, and they run silently toward another door, away from Filch’s voice. Neville, in complete terror, crashes into a suit of armor that is in the trophy room. The sound is loud enough to wake all of Hogwarts. “RUN!” yells Harry. They run as fast as they can.
They do not look back to see if Filch is following them. They have no idea where they are going, until they come to the end of a corridor. There is a locked door. They can hear footsteps approaching them. It must be Filch! “I know a spell to unlock doors,” says Hermoine. Hermione touches her wand to the lock on the door and says, “Alohomora!” The lock clicks, and they run through the door. They wait quietly on the other side, listening.
They can hear Filch talking to Mrs. Norris. “There’s no one in this corridor, and the door is locked. They must have gone down another corridor, my love. Let’s go!” They can hear Filch’s footsteps move in the opposite direction. “I think we’re safe now,” says Harry. “What is it, Neville? Stop pulling on my robe!” Harry turns around and sees quite clearly why Neville is trying to get Harry’s attention. This night has turned into a nightmare!
They are not in a room at all. They are in a corridor - the forbidden corridor on the third floor. And now they know why it is prohibited to come here. They are looking straight into the eyes of a giant dog, a dog that fills the whole space between the floor and the ceiling. The monstrous dog has three heads!
Looking at the children are three pairs of huge eyes, three wet noses and three drooling mouths, with saliva hanging down like ropes from giant yellow teeth. The monster is standing perfectly still, just looking at them. And the only reason they are not dead already is that the children surprised the dog. But the dog is recovering quickly from its surprise.
Harry reaches desperately for the doorknob and turns it - if he has a choice between Filch and being eaten by a dog, he will take Filch! They all run through the door and Harry shuts it quickly behind them. Luckily, Filch is not there anymore. They run back to Gryffindor as fast as their feet can take them, until they are standing in front of the painting of the Fat Lady that covers the secret entrance.
Now safe inside in the Gryffindor common room, Hermione says, “Did anyone use their eyes in that corridor?” All the children look at her confused. “I used my eyes and all I saw was a giant dog!” says Harry. “Didn’t you see what it was standing on?” “The floor?” answers Ron. “No, not the floor. It was standing on a trapdoor. It’s obviously guarding something. This night has been too much for me, I’m going to bed.”
All the children agree that the night has been a very exciting one. And as Harry is lying in his bed, he has a lot to think about. The dog was guarding something. Could the dog be hiding something important? Like a package that someone wanted to steal from Gringotts? Hagrid had told Harry the only place safer than Gringotts was Hogwarts. It looks like Harry has discovered where that little package from vault seven hundred and thirteen is.
Chapter 9
Capítulo 9
The Midnight Duel
O duelo à meia-noite
On the day Harry learns that his flying lessons will begin, he also learns Draco Malfoy will be in his class. “I can’t believe it,” Harry complains. “I’m going to make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy.” “You don’t know that, Harry,” says Ron. “Malfoy says he’s so good at Quidditch, but I think he just likes to hear the sound of his own voice.”
No dia em que Harry fica sabendo que suas aulas de vôo começarão, ele também fica sabendo que Draco Malfoy estará em sua aula. “Não acredito”, reclama Harry. "Vou fazer papel de bobo em uma vassoura na frente do Malfoy." “Você não sabe disso, Harry”, diz Ron. "Malfoy diz que é muito bom no Quadribol, mas acho que ele só gosta de ouvir o som da própria voz."
But, like Harry, there are other children who are nervous about learning to fly. Neville Longbottom has never been on a broomstick in his life, mainly because he always has accidents. And Hermione is almost as nervous as Neville. Flying on a broomstick is something that she cannot learn from a book - but of course she has tried!
Mas, como Harry, há outras crianças que ficam nervosas em aprender a voar. Neville Longbottom nunca andou de vassoura na vida, principalmente porque sempre sofre acidentes. E Hermione está quase tão nervosa quanto Neville. Voar em uma vassoura é algo que ela não consegue aprender em um livro - mas é claro que ela tentou!
Later that afternoon they have their first lesson in a large grass field near the forbidden forest. On the ground there are twenty broomsticks, lying in perfect lines in the grass. The older students from Gryffindor say that the school brooms are not very good. They say that they vibrate if you fly too high, or they always fly a little to the left.
Mais tarde naquela tarde eles têm sua primeira aula em um grande campo gramado perto da floresta proibida. No chão há vinte vassouras, dispostas em linhas perfeitas na grama. Os alunos mais velhos da Grifinória dizem que as vassouras da escola não são muito boas. Dizem que vibram se você voar muito alto, ou sempre voam um pouco para a esquerda.
Their flying teacher is Madam Hooch. She is short with gray hair and yellow eyes. “Well, what are you all waiting for?” she barks. “Everyone, stand next to a broomstick. Come on, hurry up!” Harry looks down at his broomstick. It is very old and it looks very uncomfortable and very unsafe. “Hold your right hand over your broom and say ‘UP!’,” yells Madam Hooch. “UP!” everyone shouts.
A professora de vôo deles é Madame Hooch. Ela é baixa, com cabelos grisalhos e olhos amarelos. "Bem, o que vocês estão esperando?" ela late. “Todos, fiquem ao lado de uma vassoura. Vamos, apressem-se!" Harry olha para sua vassoura. É muito antiga e parece muito desconfortável e muito insegura. “Segurem a mão direita sobre a vassoura e digam ‘PRÁ CIMA!’” grita Madame Hooch. "PRÁ CIMA!" todo mundo grita.
Harry’s broom jumps into his hand immediately. But this does not happen with the other students. Hermione’s broom just rolls over on the ground, and Neville’s broom does not move at all. Maybe brooms know when you are scared, Harry thinks. Neville’s voice sounds like he is terrified and he wants to keep his feet on the ground. Madam Hooch then shows them how to get on their brooms and sit without falling off.
A vassoura de Harry pula para sua mão imediatamente. Mas isso não acontece com os outros alunos. A vassoura de Hermione simplesmente rola no chão e a vassoura de Neville nem se mexe. Talvez as vassouras saibam quando você está com medo, Harry pensa. A voz de Neville parece que ele está apavorado e quer manter os pés no chão. Madame Hooch então mostra a eles como subir nas vassouras e sentar sem cair.
She walks down the line of children and corrects how they are holding the brooms. Harry and Ron are very happy when she tells Malfoy that he has been doing it incorrectly for years. “Now,” yells Madam Hooch, “when I blow my whistle, push hard off the ground with your feet. Keep your brooms steady, rise a meter or so and then come back down by leaning forward a little bit. Three…two…” But Neville, because he is so nervous, pushes very hard with his feet before Madam Hooch blows the whistle.
Ela caminha pela fila de crianças e corrige como elas seguram as vassouras. Harry e Ron ficam muito felizes quando ela conta a Malfoy que ele vem fazendo isso incorretamente há anos. “Agora”, grita Madame Hooch, “quando eu apitar, empurre contra o chão com força com os pés. Mantenha as vassouras firmes, suba um metro mais ou menos e depois desça inclinando-se um pouco para frente. Três... dois…” Mas Neville, por estar muito nervoso, empurra com muita força com os pés antes que Madame Hooch apite.
“Come back, boy!” she shouts, but Neville is rising straight up into the air like a cork from a champagne bottle - five meters, ten meters. Harry can see Neville’s terrified face looking down. Neville screams in fear, slips over the side of his broom and… THUD / CRACK! Neville is lying on his face in the grass and his broomstick flies off by itself into the forbidden forest. Madam Hooch is standing over Neville. “Broken wrist,” she says quietly. “Come on, boy, it’s all right, up you go.”
“Volte, garoto!” ela grita, mas Neville está subindo no ar como a rolha de uma garrafa de champanhe - cinco metros, dez metros. Harry pode ver o rosto aterrorizado de Neville olhando para baixo. Neville grita de medo, escorrega para o lado da vassoura e… THUD / CRACK! Neville está deitado de bruços na grama e sua vassoura sai voando sozinha para em direção à floresta proibida. Madame Hooch está parada perto de Neville. “Pulso quebrado”, ela diz calmamente. “Vamos, garoto, está tudo bem, vamos lá.”
Madam Hooch helps Neville up and says to the whole class, “None of you move while I take this boy to the hospital wing. Leave the broomsticks on the ground or you will be expelled from Hogwarts before you can say ‘Quidditch’. Let’s go, dear.” As she walks away with Neville, the children notice something shining and sparkling in the grass where Neville has fallen.
Madame Hooch ajuda Neville a se levantar e diz para toda a turma: “Nenhum de vocês se mexe enquanto eu levo esse garoto para a ala hospitalar. Deixem as vassouras no chão ou vocês serão expulsos de Hogwarts antes que consigam dizer ‘Quadribol’. Vamos, querido.” Enquanto ela se afasta com Neville, as crianças notam algo brilhando na grama onde Neville caiu.
It is Neville’s Rememberall! A shiny round glass ball that helps you remember things. It is a gift Neville has received from his grandmother. Malfoy runs over to the object and picks it up. “It’s that stupid thing Longbottom’s grandmother sent him,” laughs Malfoy. “Give that to me, Malfoy,” says Harry quietly. Everyone stops talking and watches what is about to happen. Malfoy has a cruel smile on his face.
É o Lembrol de Neville! Uma bola de vidro redonda e brilhante que ajuda você a lembrar das coisas. É um presente que Neville recebeu de sua avó. Malfoy corre até o objeto e o pega. “É aquela coisa estúpida que a avó de Longbottom mandou para ele,” ri Malfoy. "Me dá isso, Malfoy", diz Harry calmamente. Todos param de falar e observam o que está para acontecer. Malfoy tem um sorriso cruel no rosto.
“I think I’ll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find - how about up in a tree?” says Malfoy. “Give it here!” yells Harry, but Malfoy jumps on his broomstick and flies away. He is not lying - he knows how to fly well. High above, Malfoy calls out, “Come and get it, Potter!” Harry picks up his broom. “No!” shouts Hermione Granger. “Madam Hooch told us not to move - you’ll get us all in trouble!”
“Acho que vou deixar em algum lugar para Longbottom encontrar - que tal em cima de uma árvore?” diz Malfoy. “Dá aqui!” grita Harry, mas Malfoy pula em sua vassoura e sai voando. Ele não está mentindo - ele sabe voar bem. Lá no alto, Malfoy grita: “Venha e pegue, Potter!” Harry pega sua vassoura. "Não!" grita Hermione Granger. "Madame Hooch nos disse para não nos movermos - você nos colocará em apuros!"
Harry ignores her. He jumps onto his broom and kicks hard against the ground. He flies high into the air. He realizes with great joy that he is naturally good at flying - it is easy and wonderful. He leans back on the broomstick and flies higher into the sky. He can hear the screams and gasps of the children on the ground, and he hears Ron shout in admiration, “Go get him, Harry!”
Harry a ignora. Ele pula na vassoura e chuta com força contra o chão. Ele voa alto no ar. Ele percebe com grande alegria que é naturalmente bom em voar - é fácil e maravilhoso. Ele se apoia na vassoura e voa mais alto no céu. Ele pode ouvir os gritos e suspiros das crianças no chão e ouve Ron gritar de admiração: “Pega ele, Harry!”
Harry turns his broomstick to face Malfoy in midair. Malfoy is not expecting any of this. He is in shock. “Give me Neville’s Remeberall,” yells Harry, “or I’ll knock you off your broom!” Malfoy begins to look a little worried. “Oh, yeah?” he answers, “Come and get it.” Harry does not know how he knows, but he knows what to do. He leans forward and shoots towards Malfoy like a bullet. Malfoy manages to move out of the way just in time.
Harry vira sua vassoura para encarar Malfoy no ar. Malfoy não está esperando nada disso. Ele está em choque. "Me dá o Lembrol de Neville", grita Harry, "ou vou derrubar você da vassoura!" Malfoy começa a parecer um pouco preocupado. "Ah, é?" ele responde: “Vem pegar”. Harry não sabe como sabe, mas sabe o que fazer. Ele se inclina para frente e acelera em direção a Malfoy como uma bala. Malfoy consegue sair do caminho bem a tempo.
“Crabbe and Goyle aren’t up here to save you, Malfoy!” yells Harry, as he turns around to face Malfoy again. “Come on Potter!” yells Malfoy, “Catch it if you can!” He throws the glass ball high into the air and turns quickly and flies back down to the ground. Harry sees the ball rise high into the air, and then start to fall back to the ground. He leans forward and points his broom down. He begins to move faster and faster, racing the ball as it falls.
"Crabbe e Goyle não estão aqui para salvar você, Malfoy!" grita Harry, enquanto se vira para encarar Malfoy novamente. "Vamos, Potter!" grita Malfoy, "Pega se puder!" Ele joga a bola de vidro para o alto, vira-se rapidamente e voa de volta ao chão. Harry vê a bola subir bem alto e então começa a cair de volta no chão. Ele se inclina para frente e aponta a vassoura para baixo. Ele começa a se mover cada vez mais rápido, correndo atrás da bola enquanto ela cai.
The wind is whistling in his ears as he dives down. The children below are yelling and cheering in support. He reaches out his hand and, just before he crashes into the ground, he catches the ball and pulls up on the broomstick and lands softly in the grass. He is holding Neville’s Rememberall safely in his hand. “HARRY POTTER!” It is Professor McGonagall. She is coming towards them quickly. Harry gets to his feet. He is terrified of what Professor McGonagall will do to him.
O vento assobia em seus ouvidos enquanto ele mergulha. As crianças abaixo estão gritando e torcendo em apoio. Ele estende a mão e, pouco antes de cair no chão, pega a bola, puxa a vassoura e cai suavemente na grama. Ele está segurando o Lembrol de Neville com segurança em suas mãos. “HARRY POTTER!” É a Professora McGonagall. Ela está vindo em direção a eles rapidamente. Harry se levanta. Ele está com medo do que a Professora McGonagall fará com ele.
“I have never, in all my time here at Hogwarts, seen such disobedience from first year students. You might have broken your neck!” Professor McGonagall is very angry. “Follow me, Potter, right now!” I’m going to be expelled, Harry thinks! I just know it. He wants to say something to defend himself, but he cannot find his voice. He has not been at Hogwarts for two weeks and he is now going to have to return to live with the Dursleys.
“Nunca, em todo o meu tempo aqui em Hogwarts, vi tanta desobediência por parte dos alunos do primeiro ano. Você pode ter quebrado o pescoço! A Professora McGonagall está muito zangada. "Siga-me, Potter, agora mesmo!" Vou ser expulso, pensa Harry! Eu simplesmente sei disso. Ele quer dizer algo para se defender, mas não consegue encontrar a voz. Ele não vai a Hogwarts há duas semanas e agora terá que voltar a morar com os Dursley.
Professor McGonagall does not say a word as she enters the school. Harry follows her miserably as they walk down a long corridor and stop in front of a classroom. Professor McGonagall opens the door. “Excuse me, Professor Flitwick. I need to borrow Oliver Wood for a moment.” A confused boy comes out of the room. He is an older boy, from the fifth year. “Come with me, Wood. You, too, Potter.” They follow Professor McGonagall as she walks quickly down the corridor and enters an empty classroom.
A Professora McGonagall não diz uma palavra ao entrar na escola. Harry a segue miseravelmente enquanto eles caminham por um longo corredor e param na frente de uma sala de aula. A Professora McGonagall abre a porta. “Com licença, professor Flitwick. Preciso pegar Oliver Wood emprestado por um momento.” Um menino confuso sai da sala. Ele é um menino mais velho, do quinto ano. “Venha comigo, Wood. Você também, Potter.” Eles seguem a Professora McGonagall enquanto ela caminha rapidamente pelo corredor e entra em uma sala de aula vazia.
“Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I’ve found you a Seeker.” The confused look on Wood’s face changes to happiness. “Are you serious, Professor?” says Wood. “Absolutely,” she answers. “The boy is a natural. I have never seen anything like it. Wood’s captain of the Gryffindor team,” Professor McGonagall explains.”Was that your first time on a broomstick, Potter?” Harry does not have a clue what is happening, but he nods his head, yes.
“Potter, este é Oliver Wood. Wood, encontrei um apanhador para você. A expressão confusa no rosto de Wood muda para felicidade. “Você está falando sério, professora?” diz Wood. “Absolutamente”, ela responde. “O menino nasceu para isso. Nunca vi nada parecido. O capitão do time da Grifinória de Wood”, explica a professora McGonagall. “Essa foi sua primeira vez em uma vassoura, Potter?” Harry não tem ideia do que está acontecendo, mas balança a cabeça, sim.
“He is the perfect size for a Seeker. Light, fast,” Wood says excitedly. “We’ll have to get him a decent broom, Professor – a Nimbus 2000 or a Cleansweep Seven. Have you ever seen a game of Quidditch, Potter?” Harry shakes his head, no. “That doesn’t matter. If what Professor McGonagall says is true, you might be the perfect person to help us end Gryffindor’s losing streak. It’s about time we take back the Cup from Slytherin!”
“Ele tem o tamanho perfeito para um apanhador. Leve, rápido”, diz Wood com entusiasmo. “Teremos que conseguir para ele uma vassoura decente, professora – uma Nimbus 2000 ou uma Cleansweep Seven. Você já viu um jogo de Quadribol, Potter? Harry balança a cabeça, não. “Isso não importa. Se o que a Professora McGonagall diz for verdade, você pode ser a pessoa perfeita para nos ajudar a acabar com a série de derrotas da Grifinória. Já é hora de recuperarmos a Taça da Sonserina!”
Professor McGonagall looks at Harry very sternly. “I want you to train very hard, Potter, or I might still punish you for your disobedience today.” Then she suddenly smiles. “Your father would have been proud of you. He was an excellent Quidditch player himself, you know,” she says. “Now, get back to your house. We’ll talk later.” Harry, still confused but excited, heads back to Gryffindor.
A Professora McGonagall olha para Harry com muita severidade. "Quero que você treine muito, Potter, ou ainda posso puni-lo por sua desobediência hoje." Então ela de repente sorri. “Seu pai teria ficado orgulhoso de você. Ele próprio era um excelente jogador de quadribol, você sabe”, diz ela. “Agora, volte para sua casa. Conversamos depois." Harry, ainda confuso, mas animado, volta para a Grifinória.
Later that night, during dinner, Harry tells Ron and the other children of Gryffindor about his encounter with Professor McGonagall. It is hard for them to believe it. Even Harry has difficulty believing what is happening. But Wood confirms the incredible news when he comes by the table and talks to Harry again. “You start training next week, Potter. You’ll be the youngest Seeker in a century at Hogwarts. See you next week!” Ron is so impressed and amazed, he just sits there with his mouth open. Then Malfoy appears.
Mais tarde naquela noite, durante o jantar, Harry conta a Rony e aos outros filhos da Grifinória sobre seu encontro com a Professora McGonagall. É difícil para eles acreditarem nisso. Até Harry tem dificuldade em acreditar no que está acontecendo. Mas Wood confirma a incrível notícia quando chega à mesa e fala com Harry novamente. “Você começa a treinar na próxima semana, Potter. Você será o apanhador mais jovem em um século em Hogwarts. Vejo você na semana que vem!" Ron está tão impressionado e surpreso que apenas fica sentado com a boca aberta. Então Malfoy aparece.
Crabbe and Goyle stand next to him like stone columns. “Is this your last meal before you get expelled, Potter?” says Malfoy with a cruel smile on his face. “I hope you enjoy life with the Muggles again!” He laughs at his own meanness. “You’re very brave now that you are on the ground with your little friends with you,” says Harry, with more confidence than he feels. In fact, Crabbe and Goyle are not little at all.
Crabbe e Goyle estão ao lado dele como colunas de pedra. "Esta é sua última refeição antes de ser expulso, Potter?" diz Malfoy com um sorriso cruel no rosto. “Espero que você aproveite a vida com os trouxas novamente!” Ele ri de sua própria maldade. “Você é muito corajoso agora que está no chão com seus amiguinhos com você”, diz Harry, com mais confiança do que sente. Na verdade, Crabbe e Goyle não são nada pequenos.
“I can fight you any time, Potter,” says Malfoy. “How about tonight. A wizard’s duel. Wands only - no physical contact. What’s the matter? You’ve never heard of a wizard’s duel?” “Of course he has,” answers Ron in Harry’s defense. “Harry accepts, and I’ll be his second!” Malfoy smiles and looks at the two boys beside him. “Crabbe’s my second. Tonight then, at midnight. In the trophy room.” Malfoy looks at Harry with a mean face, “Don’t be late, coward,” he says, and walks away with Crabbe and Goyle on each side.
“Posso lutar com você a qualquer momento, Potter”, diz Malfoy. "Que tal hoje à noite. O duelo de bruxos. Somente varinhas – sem contato físico. Qual é o problema? Você nunca ouviu falar de um duelo de bruxos?” “Claro que sim”, responde Ron em defesa de Harry. "Harry aceita e eu serei o padrinho dele!" Malfoy sorri e olha para os dois garotos ao seu lado. “Crabbe é meu padrinho. Hoje à noite então, à meia-noite. Na sala de troféus. Malfoy olha para Harry com uma cara maldosa, “Não se atrase, covarde”, ele diz, e vai embora com Crabbe e Goyle de cada lado.
“You can’t have a wizard’s duel with Malfoy tonight,” says Hermione, who has been listening to the conversation. “You’ll be caught and you’ll get us all in trouble again!” “I don’t even know what a wizard’s duel is!” says Harry, confused. “And what’s a ‘second’, Ron?” “Well, as your second,” answers Ron, “if you die in the duel, I take over. It’s a normal practice in the wizarding world. But don’t worry, I don’t think either of you know enough magic to really hurt each other - just a bunch of noise and smoke, probably.”
“Você não pode ter um duelo de bruxos com Malfoy esta noite”, diz Hermione, que está ouvindo a conversa. “Você será pego e nos colocará em apuros novamente!” “Eu nem sei o que é um duelo de bruxos!” diz Harry, confuso. “E o que é um padrinho, Ron?” “Bem, como seu padrinho,” responde Ron, “se você morrer no duelo, eu assumo. É uma prática normal no mundo bruxo. Mas não se preocupe, acho que nenhum de vocês conhece magia suficiente para realmente machucar um ao outro – apenas um monte de barulho e fumaça, provavelmente.”
Later that night, Harry is nervous about his duel with Malfoy. But he gets out of bed, picks up his wand and he and Ron leave the Gryffindor common room as quietly as they can. Before they can exit through the painting in the corridor, there is a voice from one of the chairs. “I can’t believe you’re going to do this, Harry.” It is Hermione Granger. “You!” says Ron angrily. “Go back to bed!” “I’m coming, too!” It is Neville Longbottom, who wakes up when he hears all the talking.
Mais tarde naquela noite, Harry está nervoso por causa do duelo com Malfoy. Mas ele se levanta da cama, pega sua varinha e ele e Ron saem da sala comunal da Grifinória o mais silenciosamente que podem. Antes que eles possam sair pela pintura no corredor, ouve-se uma voz vinda de uma das cadeiras. "Eu não posso acreditar que você vai fazer isso, Harry." É Hermione Granger. "Você!" diz Rony com raiva. “Volte para a cama!” "Estou indo também!" É Neville Longbottom, que acorda ao ouvir toda a conversa.
Harry does not want anyone to get in trouble, but he is relieved that he will not face Malfoy alone. The small group leaves the common room and heads down the corridor to the trophy room. Hermione continues to complain about Gryffindor losing points, and Neville walks into a wall in the dark corridor. At every corner, the children expect to see Filch or his cat, Mrs. Norris, but they are lucky - they finally arrive at the trophy room safely. But the trophy room is empty. Malfoy and Crabbe are not there.
Harry não quer que ninguém se meta em problemas, mas está aliviado por não enfrentar Malfoy sozinho. O pequeno grupo sai da sala comunal e segue pelo corredor até a sala de troféus. Hermione continua reclamando da perda de pontos da Grifinória, e Neville colide contra uma parede no corredor escuro. A cada esquina, as crianças esperam ver Filch ou sua gata, a Sra. Norris, mas têm sorte - finalmente chegam em segurança à sala de troféus. Mas a sala de troféus está vazia. Malfoy e Crabbe não estão lá.
The minutes pass, but Malfoy does not come. “Maybe he’s afraid,” says Ron, hopefully. Suddenly they hear a voice from the next room. It is not Malfoy. It is Filch talking to his cat. “Can you smell them? They are in here somewhere, for sure. They are probably hiding.” Malfoy has tricked them - he has told Filch that Harry will be waiting in the trophy room!
Os minutos passam, mas Malfoy não aparece. “Talvez ele esteja com medo”, diz Ron, esperançoso. De repente, eles ouvem uma voz vinda da sala ao lado. Não é Malfoy. É Filch conversando com seu gato. “Você consegue cheirá-los? Eles estão aqui em algum lugar, com certeza. Eles provavelmente estão se escondendo.” Malfoy os enganou – ele contou a Filch que Harry estará esperando na sala de troféus!
Harry does not wait to be captured. “Follow me!” he whispers, and they run silently toward another door, away from Filch’s voice. Neville, in complete terror, crashes into a suit of armor that is in the trophy room. The sound is loud enough to wake all of Hogwarts. “RUN!” yells Harry. They run as fast as they can.
Harry não espera ser capturado. "Me siga!" ele sussurra, e eles correm silenciosamente em direção a outra porta, longe da voz de Filch. Neville, completamente aterrorizado, colide em uma armadura que está na sala de troféus. O som é alto o suficiente para acordar toda Hogwarts. "CORRAM!" grita Harry. Eles correm o mais rápido que podem.
They do not look back to see if Filch is following them. They have no idea where they are going, until they come to the end of a corridor. There is a locked door. They can hear footsteps approaching them. It must be Filch! “I know a spell to unlock doors,” says Hermione. Hermione touches her wand to the lock on the door and says, “Alohomora!” The lock clicks, and they run through the door. They wait quietly on the other side, listening.
Eles não olham para trás para ver se Filch os está seguindo. Eles não têm ideia para onde estão indo, até chegarem ao final de um corredor. Há uma porta trancada. Eles podem ouvir passos se aproximando deles. Deve ser Filch! “Eu conheço um feitiço para destrancar portas”, diz Hermione. Hermione encosta sua varinha na fechadura da porta e diz: “Alohomora!” A fechadura destrava e eles correm pela porta. Eles esperam em silêncio do outro lado, escutando.
They can hear Filch talking to Mrs. Norris. “There’s no one in this corridor, and the door is locked. They must have gone down another corridor, my love. Let’s go!” They can hear Filch’s footsteps move in the opposite direction. “I think we’re safe now,” says Harry. “What is it, Neville? Stop pulling on my robe!” Harry turns around and sees quite clearly why Neville is trying to get Harry’s attention. This night has turned into a nightmare!
Eles podem ouvir Filch conversando com a Sra. Norris. “Não há ninguém neste corredor e a porta está trancada. Devem ter passado por outro corredor, meu amor. Vamos!" Eles podem ouvir os passos de Filch se movendo na direção oposta. “Acho que estamos seguros agora”, diz Harry. “O que foi, Neville? Pare de puxar meu robe! Harry se vira e vê claramente porque Neville está tentando chamar a atenção de Harry. Esta noite se transformou em um pesadelo!
They are not in a room at all. They are in a corridor - the forbidden corridor on the third floor. And now they know why it is prohibited to come here. They are looking straight into the eyes of a giant dog, a dog that fills the whole space between the floor and the ceiling. The monstrous dog has three heads!
Eles não estão em uma sala. Eles estão em um corredor – o corredor proibido no terceiro andar. E agora eles sabem porque é proibido vir aqui. Eles estão olhando diretamente nos olhos de um cachorro gigante, um cachorro que enche todo o espaço entre o chão e o teto. O cachorro monstruoso tem três cabeças!
Looking at the children are three pairs of huge eyes, three wet noses and three drooling mouths, with saliva hanging down like ropes from giant yellow teeth. The monster is standing perfectly still, just looking at them. And the only reason they are not dead already is that the children surprised the dog. But the dog is recovering quickly from its surprise.
Olhando para as crianças estão três pares de olhos enormes, três narizes molhados e três bocas babando, com saliva pendurada como cordas em gigantescos dentes amarelos. O monstro está perfeitamente imóvel, apenas olhando para eles. E a única razão pela qual ainda não estão mortos é que as crianças surpreenderam o cachorro. Mas o cachorro está se recuperando rapidamente da surpresa.
Harry reaches desperately for the doorknob and turns it - if he has a choice between Filch and being eaten by a dog, he will take Filch! They all run through the door and Harry shuts it quickly behind them. Luckily, Filch is not there anymore. They run back to Gryffindor as fast as their feet can take them, until they are standing in front of the painting of the Fat Lady that covers the secret entrance.
Harry estende a mão desesperadamente para a maçaneta e a gira - se ele tiver que escolher entre Filch e ser comido por um cachorro, ele ficará com Filch! Todos correm pela porta e Harry a fecha rapidamente atrás deles. Felizmente, Filch não está mais lá. Eles correm de volta para a Grifinória o mais rápido que seus pés conseguem, até que estão diante da pintura da Mulher Gorda que cobre a entrada secreta.
Now safe inside in the Gryffindor common room, Hermione says, “Did anyone use their eyes in that corridor?” All the children look at her confused. “I used my eyes and all I saw was a giant dog!” says Harry. “Didn’t you see what it was standing on?” “The floor?” answers Ron. “No, not the floor. It was standing on a trapdoor. It’s obviously guarding something. This night has been too much for me, I’m going to bed.”
Agora seguros na sala comunal da Grifinória, Hermione diz: "Alguém usou os olhos naquele corredor?" Todas as crianças olham para ela confusas. “Usei meus olhos e tudo que vi foi um cachorro gigante!” diz Harry. “Vocês não viram em que estava deitado?” "O chão?" responde Rony. “Não, não o chão. Estava parado em um alçapão. Obviamente está guardando alguma coisa. Esta noite foi demais para mim, vou para a cama.”
All the children agree that the night has been a very exciting one. And as Harry is lying in his bed, he has a lot to think about. The dog was guarding something. Could the dog be hiding something important? Like a package that someone wanted to steal from Gringotts? Hagrid had told Harry the only place safer than Gringotts was Hogwarts. It looks like Harry has discovered where that little package from vault seven hundred and thirteen is.
Todas as crianças concordam que a noite foi muito emocionante. E enquanto Harry está deitado em sua cama, ele tem muito em que pensar. O cachorro estava guardando alguma coisa. O cachorro poderia estar escondendo algo importante? Como um pacote que alguém queria roubar de Gringotts? Hagrid disse a Harry que o único lugar mais seguro que Gringotts era Hogwarts. Parece que Harry descobriu onde está aquele pequeno pacote do cofre setecentos e treze.
