一楼献给度娘
谨以此文献给我爱HP的时光
写于2011年夏，HP7下上映前夕
In memory of my HP mania

It was a tender British morning with a rainbow and wet breeze, no sign of this peace being broken at all. Yet in the eyes of some, or rather, thousands, the craziness invisible to most was revealed, blocking away all illusions of silence here.
A large amount of people, most arriving hours earlier than their usual rising time, were talking loudly about this, were talking loudly about this great event to take place in this deserted land. Cameras were set up, ready for a last image of the infamous murderer and powerful servant of You-Know-Who, who was to receive a kiss of the dementor.
No one seem to notice the weeping man who managed to keep himself standing, nor did they see the emotionless lady in luxuries watching at a distance from the crowd.
Attentions wouldn’t be dragged away from what was to take place later. It was a rare carnival in this nation in modern times. The crowd with cruel excitement consisted of people of a variety of statuses who would stay away from others otherwise: the Muggle-born whose relatives were killed or injured by death-eaters, the pure-blooded who hated the rebel of their traditions and principles, and those who have nothing else to kill time or occupy themselves. A few women brought their daughters to warn them about adolescent crush and to have a look at the man the had adored so much in their own girlhood decades ago. In a word, the crowd was full of crazily excited people.
After a period of time that was considered too long by all, Percy Weasley gave a speech declaring the beginning of this event and stressed that it was a great success of the nation. The speech was no shorter than the one Fudge did yesterday on television, some complained, while others were too pleased to be distracted by anyone who was not today’s focus of not only the UK but the entire world-of magic.
There he was. Delivered by two strong men, Sirius Black barely wasted effort struggling. The scars all over him must have been the result of justified trials. His pale face was totally emotionless, but anyone happened to have his eyes fixed on would not be able to get rid of the memory, never.
“Padfoot!”The crying man at the front row whispered gently. And only then did the prisoner’s chilling gaze pause. A frown was on his features instead.
“Remus, is Harry here? ”
“No. Lied to him that you died in the ministry”
“I’m sorry Remus. I ashamed the Marauders.”
“No…I…”Punching the magical barrier between them, the man outside was almost howling.
“Calm down, come back to your senses, Remus! You’ll have to greet Prongs on behalf of me later. You take care of your soul.”
Nevertheless the crowd missed the quiet speech, because they were shouting, screaming or laughing at high volumes on seeing the infamous Black in the flesh. They were dissatisfied by the overly weak and skinny shape of him, and more importantly, by his grace.
That was too dull, they wanted more.
The ministry seemed to keep the joy in a torment for themselves only. The Aurors stood with difficulty masking their grins under fake unemotionality.
The hero of this day standing in the center of all spotlight paid no extra attention to the eyes on him, nor did the brown-haired man to whom he was speaking. They were talking disorderly but concentratedly, pausing at times and going on without even noticing the gaps, till the dementors arrived.
The Aurors retreated and the creepy creatures unveiled their cloaks towards Sirius Black. The latter, however, kept on his feet until the very end. In no more than five minutes there was nothing left but the quiet breath of him.
The audience started to retire. Some were complaining about not hearing a single scream from what was then no more than an already soulless body.
Remus Lupin stood unsteadily, and his palms were bleeding with his nails piercing still deeper inside. He did know that things were over and his friend was gone, but he seemed to prefer denial, ever.
Fortunate for you, Remus, not having to worry about being captured by some camera on this big day which according history researchers was a milestone in the fight against dark magic and a precious material for scientific study of all fields.
-FIN-

英语废

UP

居然是英语。

初二党路过.........
表示能看懂几句就不错了= =

小学生路过啊..

我考虑一下分段把修改版的中文版本发上来吧

News
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△Justice has been done
Sirius Black DOOMED
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By Lucille Highmore
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Sirius Black,神秘人的得力助手，于今晨接受行【怎么了】刑，标志黑暗时代的真正终结。
在这个微风细雨有彩虹的典型不列颠清晨，于这片荒原旁居住的麻瓜看来平静无比，毫无波澜，然而对于成千上万女巫和男巫而言，这里狂热的气氛足以驱赶一切关于安静氛围的假象。
人们在早于自己平日起床的时刻就已来到这里，三五成群地议论即将发生在这片废弃土地上的重大事件。相机和记者早已就位，准备拍摄这臭【怎么了】名昭著的杀【怎么了】人犯和神秘人最强大的仆人最后的影像。所有人都焦急地期待，Sirius Black即将接受摄魂怪之吻。
一段时间——对于所有人而言太漫长的等待——过后，部长助理Percy Weasley先生发表了简短的开幕演讲。


“多年来唯一的一次，纯血统巫师和麻瓜出身巫师团结一心，只有灾【怎么了】难和庆典能让人们抛弃成见和隔阂站在一起，成为一个整体。这是难得的团结，是对和平的渴望让我们不分彼此，不离不弃”Weasley先生说。
Sirius Black由两名傲罗押送，进入场地中心的圆形魔法屏障。五分钟后，在摄魂怪正义的斗篷下，这瘦弱然而破【怎么了】坏力惊人的身躯终于在挣扎中瘫倒在地。


十五年前，Black曾以一个令人发指的咒语夺取了十二个麻瓜和一个巫师的无【怎么了】辜生命。
“大快人心！”十五年前的恐怖事件受害人Peter Pettigrew的母亲这样评价。
一位不愿透露姓名的人士表示，“我对于我们反【怎么了】黑魔法的战【怎么了】斗的前景态度很乐观。”
今天下午，部长Fudge先生将就此事发表演讲并召开记者招待会。
据悉，事件纪念币和新修订的《魔法史》教材将于近期发行


旁边有个打扮艳俗的女人对自己的女儿说着自己年轻时曾经暗恋英俊的Black的教训，可她的女儿充耳不闻，精力全用在和边上的英俊少年眉目传情。
不过一切都和我没什么关系了，人群在散去，有人拿着针管和瓶瓶罐罐的五颜六色的稀稠不一的药剂在倒在地上只剩微弱呼吸的Black身上折腾，这时候我突然庆幸自己不是《唱唱反调》一类媒体的记者，否则估计任务还得包括追踪探析Black身体的特殊结构特殊基因特殊物质什么的。
一边有个男人嘿嘿笑着对我说：“小伙子，有好戏看，一会他们要把他肢解了带走，有生命没灵魂的身体会颤抖的。”
我忍住胃里的一阵恶心，一只手摸摸自己的短发微笑着说，“先生很抱歉我是个女孩”
我想我还是先回家，考虑一下吃什么，在这个快到正午的钟点把错过的早饭补回来比较重要。
想着这个我差点撞上一直站在人群边缘但是走得很晚的女士身上，她珠光宝气衣着光鲜，嫌恶地瞪了我一眼，我道歉的时候看到她眼里有些湿润。
我在想，也许回家热一个速食微波披萨比较好。


没有人看吗？自己来顶起来
难道因为我标题写着英文？

英文帝膜拜不解释！

Your English is excellent :) . But honestly, it's difficult to view this on my mobile phone...

Great Job!
I love this fic, the langugae is just BRILLIANT and I reckon that I'm getting jealous~~~

I am actually working on a realy long English fanfic of my own but every now and then I realize that my vocabulary is just so poor.

Why don't you publish this on Fanfiction.net~~~
It would be great...

顶一下 写的不错不错~~

其实咱也是想用英文写来着，就是各种坑鸭梨山大了......
想当年一晚上赶出3000词英文短片不容易啊