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White fog was blinding him. He had to fight … expecto patronum … he couldn't see.
白雾使他看不见东西，他不得不挣扎着，伊斯彼特华朗，他看不见远处的东西。
and in the distance, he heard the familiar screaming … expecto patronum … he groped in the mist for Sirius,
他可以听见那种熟悉的尖叫声……伊斯彼特华朗……他在薄雾中摸索着寻找西里斯，
and found his arm … they weren't going to take him …
并且抓住了他的手臂……他们不会带走他的……
But a pair of strong, clammy hands suddenly wrapped themselves around Harry's neck,
但是，突然之间，一双有力的，笨拙的手绕在了哈利的脖了上面，
They were forcing his face upwards … he could feel its breath … it was going to get rid of him first,
迫使他的脸向上……他可以感到那阵呼吸，他会先要了他的命，
he could feel its putrid breath … his mother was screaming in his ears … she was going to be the last thing he ever heard.
那是一种充满腐烂气味的呼吸……他的母亲在他的耳边尖叫……这是他听到的最后的声音。
And then, through the fog that was drowning him, he thought he saw a silvery light, growing brighter and brighter …
然后，他被浓雾淹没了，他似乎看到了银色的光变得越来越亮……
he felt himself fall forwards onto the grass – Face down, too weak to move, sick and shaking, Harry opened his eyes,
他觉得自己向前摔到了草地上——脸向下，过于虚弱而无法动弹，恶心并颤抖着，哈利睁开了他的双眼，
The blinding light was illuminating the grass around him … The screaming had stopped, the cold was ebbing away.
刺眼的光芒照亮了他身边的草地。尖叫声已经停止了，冷意也已经消散了。
