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There was his father waving up at him, beaming, the untidy black hair Harry had inherited standing up in all directions.
他爸爸在对他招手，满脸是笑，他那被哈利继承下来的乱糟糟的黑头发向四面八方竖着。
There was his mother, alight with happiness, arm in arm with his Dad. And there... that must be him.
照片上也有妈妈，因为幸福而满脸生辉，同他爸爸手挽手并排站着，还有……那一定是他。
Their best man... Harry had never given him a thought before.
他们的伴郎……哈利以前从来没有想到过他。
If he hadn't known it was the same person, he would never have guessed it was Black in this old photograph.
如果他不知道那就是同一个人的话，他永远也不会猜到这张老照片上的人就是布莱克，
His face wasn't sunken and waxy, but handsome, full of laughter.
他的脸庞并不凹陷蜡黄，却是英俊的、笑嘻嘻的。
Had he already been working for Voldemort when this picture had been taken?
拍这张照片的时候他就已经在为伏地魔效劳了吗？
Was he already planning the deaths of the two people next to him?
他是不是已经在计划着杀死身边的两个人了？
Did he realise he was facing twelve years in Azkaban, twelve years which would make him unrecognisable?
他知道他要面对阿兹卡班的十二年，面对这会让他变得叫人认不出来的十二年吗？
But the Dementors don't affect him, Harry thought, staring into the handsome, laughing face.
但是那些摄魂怪没有对他产生影响，哈利想道，一面瞪眼看着那张英俊的笑脸。
He doesn't have to hear my Mum screaming if they get too close,
如果它们太靠近，他不一定非要听到我妈妈的尖叫，
Harry slammed the album shut, reached over and stuffed it back into his cabinet,
哈利啪的一声合上相册，伸手把相册塞进床头柜，
took off his robes and glasses and got into bed, making sure the hangings were hiding him from view.
脱下长袍，摘下眼镜，躺到床上，又看看帷幕是不是把自己遮起来了。
The dormitory door opened.
宿舍的门开了。
'Harry?' said Ron's voice uncertainly.
“哈利？”罗恩的声音，犹犹疑疑的。
But Harry lay still, pretending to be asleep.
哈利一动不动，假装睡着。
He heard Ron leave again, and rolled over on his back, his eyes wide open.
他听到罗恩离开了，于是翻了个身，睁大眼睛。
