哈利波特前傳

飛速行駛的摩托車在夜色中飛快地轉(zhuǎn)過一個急彎，讓坐在車?yán)镒汾s的兩個警察“哇”地一聲喊了出來。費希爾警長用他的大腳猛踩住剎車，心想后座的那個男孩肯定已經(jīng)甩到了自己的車輪底下。但是，摩托車成功轉(zhuǎn)了過去，誰也沒有從座位上摔下來。隨著一閃而過的紅色尾燈，車子消失在了狹窄的小巷里。

“我們抓住他們了！”警員安德森激動地喊道，“那是一條死路！”

費希爾緊握方向盤，猛地換擋，車子側(cè)面的油漆被蹭掉了一半，總算追進了窄巷。

追逐了至少有一刻鐘后，他們的獵物終于出現(xiàn)在了車頭燈的照射之下，坐在那里一動不動。兩個騎手被困在高高的磚墻與警車之間，警車正像某種咆哮的掠食者，兩眼放光地朝他們沖過來。

車門與小巷兩邊的墻離得實在太近，費希爾和安德森費勁地從車子里掙脫出來。他們舍棄尊嚴(yán)，像螃蟹一樣朝著兩個無賴一步步挪過去。費希爾拖著自己的大肚子擠過墻壁，蹭掉了襯衫的扣子，他的后背最終還是擠斷了后視鏡。

“從車上下來！”他朝傻笑的年輕人吼道。兩個人正坐在閃爍的藍光之中，一副樂在其中的樣子。

費希爾終于掙脫了壞掉的后視鏡，瞪著他們。他們似乎才十七八歲。剛才在駕駛的那個男孩留著一頭長長的黑發(fā)，張狂的帥氣外表讓費希爾想起了他女兒的那個愛玩吉他的小混混男朋友。第二個男孩也是一頭黑發(fā)，但是比較短，朝四面八方支棱著。他戴著眼鏡，咧嘴笑著。他們都穿著印有金色大鳥圖案的T恤衫，毫無疑問是某個嘈雜吵鬧、不成調(diào)子的搖滾樂隊的標(biāo)志。

“不戴安全帽！”費希爾指著兩個沒作防護的腦袋喊道，“駕駛速度還超了——超了這么多！”（其實，記下的速度遠比費希爾認知中任何摩托車能行駛的速度都快得多）“看到警察還不停車！”

“我們很樂意停下來聊聊，”戴眼鏡的男孩說，“只不過我們正在——”

“別耍小聰明——你們倆有大麻煩了！”安德森咆哮道，“名字！”

“名字？”開摩托的長發(fā)男孩重復(fù)道，“呃——好吧，讓我想想。有威爾伯福斯……芭謝巴……埃文多克……”

“這名字有個好處，男孩和女孩都可以用?！贝餮坨R的男孩說。

“哦，你是說我們的名字呀？”第一個男孩問道，此時安德森已經(jīng)怒火中燒，“你應(yīng)該說清楚嘛！這是詹姆·波特，我是小天狼星·布萊克！”

“你馬上就有嚴(yán)重的麻煩了，你個沒教養(yǎng)的小——”

但詹姆和小天狼星都沒注意聽。他們突然變得像獵犬一樣警覺，從警車頂部盯著費希爾和安德森身后那個漆黑的巷口。然后，兩人同樣迅速地把手伸進了背后的衣袋。

有那么一瞬間，兩個警察都以為會有槍指著他們，但在一秒鐘后，他們卻看到兩個摩托車手只不過拔出了——

“鼓槌？”安德森嘲笑道，“真是一對小丑啊，是吧？行了，我們要逮捕你們，罪名是——”

但安德森沒來得及把罪名說出來。詹姆和小天狼星喊了一串難以理解的話，車頭燈的燈光動了起來。

兩個警察轉(zhuǎn)過身，開始踉踉蹌蹌向后退。有三個人正在飛——真的在飛——騎著掃帚飛在小巷的上空——與此同時，警車的后輪翹了起來。

費希爾兩膝一彎，重重坐到地上。安德森被費希爾的雙腿絆倒，摔在了他的身上。只聽到“啪”、“砰”、“咔”幾聲，騎掃帚的人撞上了倒立的汽車，摔在地上，顯然已經(jīng)不省人事，掃帚的碎片散落在他們周圍。

摩托車再次轟鳴起來。費希爾的嘴巴張著，鼓起勇氣著回頭看著兩個年輕人。

“非常感謝！”小天狼星的聲音蓋過了引擎的轟鳴，“我們欠你們一個人情！”

“是啊，很高興見到你們！”詹姆說，“另外別忘了：埃文多克！是男女通用的！”

一聲驚天動地的巨響，嚇得費希爾和安德森抱在了一起。他們的車剛剛落回地面上?，F(xiàn)在又輪到摩托車的前輪離地了。就在兩個難以置信的警察眼前，摩托車升空了：詹姆和小天狼星沖進夜空，他們的尾燈在身后閃耀，像一顆正在消失的紅寶石。

——來自我不會寫下去的前傳——但這十分有趣！
J.K.羅琳?2008年

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The speeding motorcycle took the sharp corner so fast in the darkness that both policemen in the pursuing car shouted ‘whoa!’ Sergeant Fisher slammed his large foot on the brake, thinking that the boy who was riding pillion was sure to be flung under his wheels; however, the motorbike made the turn without unseating either of its riders, and with a wink of its red tail light, vanished up the narrow side street.

"We've got 'em now!" cried PC Anderson excitedly. "That's a dead end!"

Leaning hard on the steering wheel and crashing his gears, Fisher scraped half the paint off the flank of the car as he forced it up the alleyway in pursuit.

There in the headlights sat their quarry, stationary at last after a quarter of an hour's chase. The two riders were trapped between a towering brick wall and the police car, which was now crashing towards them like some growling, luminous-eyed predator.

There was so little space between the car doors and the walls of the alley that Fisher and Anderson had difficulty extricating themselves from the vehicle. It injured their dignity to have to inch, crab-like, towards the miscreants. Fisher dragged his generous belly along the wall, tearing buttons off his shirt as he went, and finally snapping off the wing mirror with his backside.

"Get off the bike!" he bellowed at the smirking youths, who sat basking in the flashing blue light as though enjoying it.

They did as they were told. Finally pulling free from the broken wind mirror, Fisher glared at them. They seemed to be in their late teens. The one who had been driving had long black hair; his insolent good looks reminded Fisher unpleasantly of his daughter's guitar-playing, layabout boyfriend. The second boy also had black hair, though his was short and stuck up in all directions; he wore glasses and a broad grin. Both were dressed in T-shirts emblazoned with a large golden bird; the emblem, no doubt, of some deafening, tuneless rock band.

"No helmets!" Fisher yelled, pointing from one uncovered head to the other. "Exceeding the speed limit by – by a considerable amount!" (In fact, the speed registered had been greater than Fisher was prepared to accept that any motorcycle could travel.) "Failing to stop for the police!"

"We'd have loved to stop for a chat," said the boy in glasses, "only we were trying -"

"Don't get smart – you two are in a heap of trouble!" snarled Anderson. "Names!"

"Names?" repeated the long-haired driver. "Er – well, let's see. There's Wilberforce… Bathsheba… Elvendork…"

"And what's nice about that one is, you can use it for a boy or a girl," said the boy in glasses.

"Oh, OUR names, did you mean?" asked the first, as Anderson spluttered with rage. "You should've said! This here is James Potter, and I'm Sirius Black!"

"Things'll be seriously black for you in a minute, you cheeky little -"

But neither James nor Sirius was paying attention. They were suddenly as alert as gundogs, staring past Fisher and Anderson, over the roof of the police car, at the dark mouth of the alley. Then, with identical fluid movements, they reached into their back pockets.

For the space of a heartbeat both policemen imagined guns gleaming at them, but a second later they saw that the motorcyclists had drawn nothing more than -

"Drumsticks?" jeered Anderson. "Right pair of jokers, aren't you? Right, we're arresting you on a charge of -"

But Anderson never got to name the charge. James and Sirius had shouted something incomprehensible, and the beams from the headlights had moved.

The policemen wheeled around, then staggered backwards. Three men were flying – actually FLYING – up the alley on broomsticks – and at the same moment, the police car was rearing up on its back wheels.

Fisher's knees bucked; he sat down hard; Anderson tripped over Fisher's legs and fell on top of him, as FLUMP – BANG – CRUNCH – they heard the men on brooms slam into the upended car and fall, apparently insensible, to the ground, while broken bits of broomstick clattered down around them.

The motorbike had roared into life again. His mouth hanging open, Fisher mustered the strength to look back at the two teenagers.

"Thanks very much!" called Sirius over the throb of the engine. "We owe you one!"

"Yeah, nice meeting you!" said James. "And don't forget: Elvendork! It's unisex!"

There was an earth-shattering crash, and Fisher and Anderson threw their arms around each other in fright; their car had just fallen back to the ground. Now it was the motorcycle's turn to rear. Before the policemen's disbelieving eyes, it took off into the air: James and Sirius zoomed away into the night sky, their tail light twinkling behind them like a vanishing ruby.

——From the prequel I am?not?working on – but that was fun!
JK Rowling 2008

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