Translated by: Trista, Lai. 賴亞萱
Source Text
‘There, look’
‘Where?’
‘Next to the tall kid with the red hair.’
‘Wearing the glasses?’
‘Did you see his face?’
‘Did you see his scar?’
Whispers followed Harry from the moment he left his dormitory next day. People queuing outside classrooms stood on tiptoe to get a look at him, or doubled back to pass him in the corridors again, staring. Harry wished they wouldn’t, because he was trying to concentrate on finding his way to classes.
There were a hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts: sweeping ones; narrow, rickety ones; some that led somewhere different on a Friday; some with a vanishing step halfway up that you had to remember to jump. Then there were doors that wouldn’t open unless you asked politely, or tickled them in exactly the right place, and doors that weren’t t really doors at all, but solid walls just pretending. It was also very hard to remember where anything was because it all seemed to move around a lot. The people in the portraits kept going to visit each other and Harry was sure the coats of armour could walk.
The ghosts didn’t help, either. It was always a nasty shock when one of them glided suddenly through a door you were trying to open. Nearly Headless Nick was always happy to point new Gryffindors in the right direction, but Peeves the poltergeist was worth two locked doors and a tick staircase if you met him when you were late for class. He would drop waste-paper baskets on your head, pull rugs from under your feet, pelt you with bits of chalk or sneak up behind you, invisible, grab your nose and screech, ‘GOT YOUT CONK!’
Even worse than Peeves, if that was possible, was the caretaker, Argus Filch. Harry and Ron managed to get on the wrong side of their way through a door which unluckily turned out to be the entrance to the out-of-bounds corridor on the third floor. He wouldn’t believe they were lost, was sure they were trying to break into it on purpose and was threatening to lock them in the dungeons when they were rescued by Professor Quirrell, who was passing.
Filch owned a cat called Mrs Norris, a scrawny, dust-coloured creature with bulging, lamp-like eyes just like Filch’s. She patrolled the corridors alone. Break a rule in front of her, put just one toe out of line, and she’d whisk off for Filch, who’d appear, wheezing, two seconds later. Filch knew the secret passageways of the school better than anyone (except perhaps the Weasley twins) and could pop up a ssuddenly as any of the ghosts. The students all hated him and it was the dearest ambition of many to give Mrs Norris a good kick.
And then, once you had managed to find them, there were the lessons themselves. There was a lot more to magic, as Harry quickly found out, than waving your wand and saying a few funny words.
Target Text
「看那裡！」
「哪裡？」
「紅頭髮高個子旁邊那一個。」
「帶著眼鏡那個嗎？」
「你有看清他的臉嗎？」
「你有看到那道疤痕嗎？」
隔天，從哈利離開宿舍那一刻開始，大家都在竊竊私語地討論他。
不是在教室外走廊，排著隊踮著腳看他，不然就是在走廊接二連三地從他身旁掠過，一樣，目不轉睛注視著他。哈利真希望他們不要那麼做，因為他正在設法專心找出，往教室的路。
在霍格華茲，有著一百四十二個樓梯間，寬敞的、陡峭的、搖搖欲墜的，有些在星期五時，甚至會連接到不同的地方；有些甚至會在樓梯的中途，突然消失幾階樓梯，你必須記得跳過。有一些門，除非你客氣有禮的敲門，或在正確的位子搔癢，否則他不會開門。有些門，甚至不是真的門，只是由堅固的一堵牆偽裝而成。實在非常難記得所有事物的規則與次序，因為他們時常變動，而且差異很大。畫像裡的人物，不時會彼此串門子，而且哈利確定，那些盔甲曾經移動過位子。
幽靈更讓人頭痛，總是會有一些惡意的幽靈，在你想打開門時，突然冷不防地滑出嚇得你臉色發白。差點沒頭的尼克，總是很樂意指引葛萊芬多新生方向，但皮皮鬼，是個調皮搗蛋的幽靈，當你上課遲到時遇到他，你將會得到的是兩道鎖著的門，或一個錯誤的樓梯間。他會把垃圾籃唰地一下套到你頭上，從你腳下把地毯抽走，向你連續投擲粉筆，或無聲無息地隱形溜到你背後，抓住你鼻子，尖笑「抓到你鼻子了！」
比皮皮鬼更糟的是，遇到學校的巡邏員，阿各飛七。哈利和榮恩，曾在第一個上學的早晨，設法溜過他去上課。當飛七發現他們的時候，他們正設法穿過一道門，很不幸地，那是一道在三樓通往走廊外界禁區的門。飛七壓根不相信他們是迷路，堅信他們是故意闖入那道門，並威脅要將他們關入地牢，但好險最後被經過的奎若老師解救。
飛七有一隻貓，叫拿勒斯太太，骨瘦如柴、毛色黯淡，突起如燈籠似眼睛和飛七是如出一轍的生物。她時常獨自巡邏走道，只要你在她面前犯規，甚至只是越過邊線一小個腳指頭，她立刻會飛奔去通風報信，而飛七會在兩秒後，氣喘吁吁得趕到。飛七比任何人都熟知學校的祕密走道(除了比衛斯理雙胞胎略遜一籌外)，如同幽靈般地會突然從某個地方出現。所有的學生都厭惡他，大家共同的心願，就是可以踹拿勒斯太太一腳。
然而，就算你找到教室，那還有著難纏的課程等著你。哈利馬上就發現，那可不是唸出咒語或揮動魔杖就能輕易達成的魔法。
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