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That third night he found his way more quickly than before.
第三个晚上，哈利已是轻车熟路。
He was walking so fast he knew he was making more noise than was wise, but he didn't meet anyone.
他一路走得飞快，没有意识到自己发出了很响的声音，但他并没有遇到什么人。
And there were his mother and father smiling at him again, and one of his grandfathers nodding happily.
啊，他的妈妈和爸爸又在那里对着他微笑了，还有他的一个爷爷在愉快地点头。
Harry sank down to sit on the floor in front of the mirror.
哈利一屁股坐在镜子前面的地板上。
There was nothing to stop him from staying here all night with his family. Nothing at all.
他要整晚待在这里，和自己的家人在一起，什么也不能阻拦他。什么也不能！
Except—"So—back again, Harry?" Harry felt as though his insides had turned to ice.
除非—— “这么说——你又来了，哈利？” 哈利只觉得自己的五脏六腑一下子冻成了冰。
He looked behind him. Sitting on one of the desks by the wall was none other than Albus Dumbledore.
他朝身后看去。坐在墙边一张桌子上的，不是别人，正是阿不思邓布利多。
Harry must have walked straight past him, so desperate to get to the mirror he hadn't noticed him.
哈利刚才一定是径直从他身边走过的，他太急着去看镜子了，根本没有注意到他。
"I didn't see you, sir."
“我——我没有看见你，先生。”
"Strange how nearsighted being invisible can make you," said Dumbledore, and Harry was relieved to see that he was smiling.
“真奇怪，隐形以后你居然还变得近视了。”邓布利多说。哈利看到他脸上带着微笑，不由得松了口气。
"So," said Dumbledore, slipping off the desk to sit on the floor with Harry, "you, like hundreds before you, have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised."
“这么说，”邓布利多说着，从桌子上滑下来，和哈利一起坐到地上，“你和你之前的千百个人一样，已经发现了厄里斯魔镜的乐趣。”
