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On Christmas morning, Harry was woken by Ron throwing his pillow at him.
圣诞节那天早上，哈利被罗恩扔过来的枕头弄醒了。
'Oy! Presents!'
“喂！礼物！”
Harry reached for his glasses and put them on,
哈利伸手去拿眼镜戴上，
squinting through the semi-darkness to the foot of his bed, where a small heap of parcels had appeared.
在半明半暗之中眯着眼往床脚看，那里已经出现了一小堆包裹。
Ron was already ripping the paper off his own presents.
罗恩已经在撕他自己的那份礼物的包装纸。
'Another jumper from Mum... maroon again... see if you've got one.'
“妈妈又给了我一件连帽皮外衣……又是栗色的，看看你是不是也得到了一件。”
Harry had. Mrs Weasley had sent him a scarlet jumper with the Gryffindor lion knitted on the front,
哈利也有。韦斯莱太太送了他一件猩红色的连帽皮外衣，前襟织上了一头格兰芬多院的狮子，
also a dozen home-baked mince pies, some Christmas cake and a box of nut brittle.
还有十二个家里烤制的碎肉馅饼、一些圣诞节糕点和一盒松脆花生薄片糖。
As he moved all these things aside, he saw a long, thin package lying underneath.
他把这些东西都移开后，看见底下还有一个细长的包裹。
'What's that?' said Ron, looking over, a freshly unwrapped pair of maroon socks in his hand.
“那是什么？”罗恩看着问道。他手里拿着一双栗色的袜子，刚打开包装。
'Dunno...' Harry ripped the parcel open and gasped as a magnificent, gleaming broomstick rolled out onto his bedspread.
“不知道……”哈利撕开那个包裹，一把漂亮的、闪闪发光的飞天扫帚滚到他的床上，他惊讶得喘不过气来。
Ron dropped his socks and jumped off his bed for a closer look.
罗恩丢下袜子，从床上跳下来看个仔细。
'I don't believe it,' he said hoarsely.
“我真不能相信。”他哑着嗓子说。
It was a Firebolt, identical to the dream broom Harry had gone to see every day in Diagon Alley.
那是火弩箭，正和哈利在对角巷时每天去看、梦寐以求的那把一模一样。
Its handle glittered as he picked it up.
哈利把它拿起来，它闪闪发光。
He could feel it vibrating, and let go; it hung in mid-air, unsupported, at exactly the right height for him to mount it.
他能感觉到它在颤动，于是就放了手；它悬在半空中，没有任何依托，离地的高度正适合他骑上去。
