"Of course it was my fault. There's no one else here who could be responsible for anything."
当然是我的错。这里除了我,没人还能为任何事情负责。
"Now, just to be clear," Harry said, "if the professor does levitate you, Dad, when you know you haven't been attached to any wires, that's going to be sufficient evidence. You're not going to turn around and say that it's a magician's trick. That wouldn't be fair play. If you feel that way, you should say so now, and we can figure out a different experiment instead."
Harry's father, Professor Michael Verres-Evans, rolled his eyes. "Yes, Harry."
哈利的父亲迈克尔·维雷斯-埃文斯教授翻了翻白眼。「是的,哈利。」
"And you, Mum, your theory says that the professor should be able to do this, and if that doesn't happen, you'll admit you're mistaken. Nothing about how magic doesn't work when people are sceptical of it, or anything like that."
Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall was watching Harry with a bemused expression. She looked quite witchy in her black robes and pointed hat, but when she spoke she sounded formal and Scottish, which didn't go together with the look at all. At first glance she looked like someone who ought to cackle and put babies into cauldrons, but the whole effect was ruined as soon as she opened her mouth. "Is that sufficient, Mr. Potter?" she said. "Shall I go ahead and demonstrate?"
"Sufficient? Probably not," Harry said. "But at least it will help. Go ahead, Deputy Headmistress."
「真够吗?恐怕还不够,」哈利说,「不过至少会有帮助。请开始吧,副校长。」
"Just Professor will do," said she, and then, "Wingardium Leviosa."
「叫我教授就行,」她说。接着,她念道:「羽加迪姆·勒维奥萨。」
Harry looked at his father.
哈利看向父亲。
"Huh," Harry said.
「咦。」哈利说。
His father looked back at him. "Huh," his father echoed.
父亲回望着他。「咦。」父亲也重复了一声。
Then Professor Verres-Evans looked back at Professor McGonagall. "All right, you can put me down now."
接着维雷斯-埃文斯教授转头看向麦格教授。「好了,现在可以把我放下来了。」
His father was lowered carefully to the ground.
父亲被稳稳地放回地面。
Harry ruffled a hand through his own hair. Maybe it was just that strange part of him which had already been convinced, but... "That's a bit of an anticlimax," Harry said. "You'd think there'd be some kind of more dramatic mental event associated with updating on an observation of infinitesimal probability -" Harry stopped himself. Mum, the witch, and even his Dad were giving him that look again. "I mean, with finding out that everything I believe is false."
Seriously, it should have been more dramatic. His brain ought to have been flushing its entire current stock of hypotheses about the universe, none of which allowed this to happen. But instead his brain just seemed to be going, All right, I saw the Hogwarts Professor wave her wand and make your father rise into the air, now what?
The witch-lady was smiling benevolently upon them, looking quite amused. "Would you like a further demonstration, Mr. Potter?"
那位女巫正和善地冲他们微笑,显然觉得很有意思。「波特先生,您还想再看个演示吗?」
"You don't have to," Harry said. "We've performed a definitive experiment. But..." Harry hesitated. He couldn't help himself. Actually, under the circumstances, he shouldn't be helping himself. It was right and proper to be curious. "What else can you do?"
Harry scrambled back unthinkingly, backpedalling so fast that he tripped over a stray stack of books and landed hard on his bottom with a thwack. His hands came down to catch himself without quite reaching properly, and there was a warning twinge in his shoulder as the weight came down unbraced.
At once the small tabby cat morphed back up into a robed woman. "I'm sorry, Mr. Potter," said the witch, sounding sincere, though the corners of her lips were twitching upwards. "I should have warned you."
Harry was breathing in short gasps. His voice came out choked. "You can't DO that!"
哈利急促地喘着气。他开口时,声音都哽住了:「你不能这么做!」
"It's only a Transfiguration," said Professor McGonagall. "An Animagus transformation, to be exact."
「这只是变形术,」麦格教授说,「严格说来,是阿尼马格斯变形。」
"You turned into a cat! A SMALL cat! You violated Conservation of Energy! That's not just an arbitrary rule, it's implied by the form of the quantum Hamiltonian! Rejecting it destroys unitarity and then you get FTL signalling! And cats are COMPLICATED! A human mind can't just visualise a whole cat's anatomy and, and all the cat biochemistry, and what about the neurology? How can you go on thinking using a cat-sized brain?"
Professor McGonagall's lips were twitching harder now. "Magic."
麦格教授的嘴角抖得更厉害了。「魔法。」
"Magic isn't enough to do that! You'd have to be a god!"
「光靠『魔法』还做不到这种事!您非得是神才办得到!」
Professor McGonagall blinked. "That's the first time I've ever been called that."
麦格教授眨了眨眼。「我还是第一次被人这么称呼。」
A blur was coming over Harry's vision, as his brain started to comprehend what had just broken. The whole idea of a unified universe with mathematically regular laws, that was what had been flushed down the toilet; the whole notion of physics. Three thousand years of resolving big complicated things into smaller pieces, discovering that the music of the planets was the same tune as a falling apple, finding that the true laws were perfectly universal and had no exceptions anywhere and took the form of simple maths governing the smallest parts, not to mention that the mind was the brain and the brain was made of neurons, a brain was what a person was -
And then a woman turned into a cat, so much for all that.
结果一个女人变成了猫。好吧,前面那些全完了。
A hundred questions fought for priority over Harry's lips and the winner poured out: "And, and what kind of incantation is Wingardium Leviosa? Who invents the words to these spells, nursery schoolers?"
"That will do, Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall said crisply, though her eyes shone with suppressed amusement. "If you wish to learn about magic, I suggest that we finalise the paperwork so that you can go to Hogwarts."
"Right," Harry said, somewhat dazed. He pulled his thoughts together. The March of Reason would just have to start over, that was all; they still had the experimental method and that was the important thing. "How do I get to Hogwarts, then?"
A choked laugh escaped Professor McGonagall, as if extracted from her by tweezers.
一声憋不住的笑从麦格教授嘴里漏了出来,仿佛有人用镊子硬把它夹出来似的。
"Hold on a moment, Harry," his father said. "Remember why you haven't been going to school up until now? What about your condition?"
「等等,哈利,」他的父亲说,「记得你为什么一直没去上学吗?你那个情况怎么办?」
Professor McGonagall spun to face Michael. "His condition? What's this?"
麦格教授猛地转向迈克尔。「他的情况?怎么回事?」
"I don't sleep right," Harry said. He waved his hands helplessly. "My sleep cycle is twenty-six hours long, I always go to sleep two hours later, every day. I can't fall asleep any earlier than that, and then the next day I go to sleep two hours later than that. 10PM, 12AM, 2AM, 4AM, until it goes around the clock. Even if I try to wake up early, it makes no difference and I'm a wreck that whole day. That's why I haven't been going to a normal school up until now."
"One of the reasons," said his mother. Harry shot her a glare.
「原因之一,」他的母亲说。哈利狠狠瞪了她一眼。
McGonagall gave a long hmmmmm. "I can't recall hearing about such a condition before..." she said slowly. "I'll check with Madam Pomfrey to see if she knows any remedies." Then her face brightened. "No, I'm sure this won't be a problem - I'll find a solution in time. Now," and her gaze sharpened again, "what are these other reasons?"
Harry sent his parents a glare. "I am a conscientious objector to child conscription, on grounds that I should not have to suffer for a disintegrating school system's failure to provide teachers or study materials of even minimally adequate quality."
Both of Harry's parents howled with laughter at that, like they thought it was all a big joke. "Oh," said Harry's father, eyes bright, "is that why you bit a maths teacher in third year."
"Of course," seconded Harry's mother. "Biting her was a very mature response to that."
「那当然,」哈利的母亲帮腔道,「咬她一口,真是非常成熟的应对方式。」
Harry's father nodded. "A well-considered policy for addressing the problem of teachers who don't understand logarithms."
哈利的父亲点点头。「对付不懂对数的老师,真是一套深思熟虑的办法。」
"I was seven years old! How long are you going to keep on bringing that up?"
「我那时才『七岁』!你们还要拿这件事说多久?」
"I know," said his mother sympathetically, "you bite one maths teacher and they never let you forget it, do they?"
「我知道,」他的母亲同情地说,「你就咬了一个数学老师,大家便一辈子不让你忘,是吧?」
Harry turned to Professor McGonagall. "There! You see what I have to deal with?"
哈利转向麦格教授。「看见了吧!您看我平时都得应付些什么!」
"Excuse me," said Petunia, and fled through the backdoor into the garden, from which her screams of laughter were clearly audible.
「失陪一下,」佩妮说着,从后门逃进了花园;她尖叫般的狂笑声传得一清二楚。
"There, ah, there," Professor McGonagall seemed to be having trouble speaking for some reason, "there is to be no biting of teachers at Hogwarts, is that quite clear, Mr. Potter?"
「好了,呃,好了,」麦格教授不知为何有点说不出话,「在霍格沃茨不许咬老师,听清楚了吗,波特先生?」
Harry scowled at her. "Fine, I won't bite anyone who doesn't bite me first."
哈利瞪着她。「行吧,只要别人不先咬我,我就不咬别人。」
Professor Michael Verres-Evans also had to leave the room briefly upon hearing that.
听到这句话后,迈克尔·维雷斯-埃文斯教授也不得不暂时离开房间。
"Well," Professor McGonagall sighed, after Harry's parents had composed themselves and returned. "Well. I think, under the circumstances, that I should avoid taking you to purchase your study materials until a day or two before school begins."
"What? Why? The other children already know magic, don't they? I have to start catching up right away!"
「什么?为什么?其他孩子已经会魔法了,对吧?我得马上开始追赶才行!」
"Rest assured, Mr. Potter," replied Professor McGonagall, "Hogwarts is quite capable of teaching the basics. And I suspect, Mr. Potter, that if I leave you alone for two months with your schoolbooks, even without a wand, I will return to this house only to find a crater billowing purple smoke, a depopulated city surrounding it and a plague of flaming zebras terrorising what remains of England."