" He suspected Black? " gasped Madam Rosmerta.

“他信不过布莱克吗? ”罗斯默塔女士喘着气问道。

“I did hear a rumor, ” admitted Madam Rosmerta.

“我是听到传言了。”罗斯默塔女士承认说。

“The worst? ” said Madam Rosmerta, her voice alive with curiosity.

“最坏的？”罗斯默塔女士说，声音里充满了好奇。

" How does that work? " said Madam Rosmerta, breathless with interest.

“那玩艺儿怎么起作用啊? ”罗斯默塔女士问，因为感兴趣而喘不上气来。

“Black betrayed them? ” breathed Madam Rosmerta.

“布莱克背叛了他们吗？”罗斯默塔问。

" —and stay out! " shouted Madam Rosmerta, forcibly ejecting a grubby-looking wizard.

“出去！”罗斯默塔女士喊道，态度强硬地逐出了一个衣着肮脏的巫师。

“You say you remember him at Hogwarts, Rosmerta, ” murmured Professor McGonagall.

“你说你记得他在霍格沃茨的情况，罗斯默塔，”麦格教授喃喃地说。

" But what do you think he's broken out to do? " said Madam Rosmerta.

“但是，你想他逃出来要干什么呢? ”罗斯默塔女士问。

“What has happened? ” asked Dumbledore. “Rosmerta, what's wrong? ”

“出什么事了？”邓布利多问，“罗斯默塔，怎么回事？”

" Because Black turned out to be in league with You-Know-Who? " whispered Madam Rosmerta.

“是因为布莱克后来和神秘人结成了一伙吗? ”罗斯默塔低声问道。

Madam Rosmerta let out a long sigh.

罗斯默塔女士长叹一声。

" Do you think Blacks still in the area, Minister? " whispered Madam Rosmerta.

“您认为布莱克还在这一带吗，部长? ”罗斯默塔女士低声问道。

" So, what brings you to this neck of the woods, Minister? " came Madam Rosmerta's voice.

“什么风把您吹到这里来了，部长? ”这是罗斯默塔的声音。

" Pettigrew... that fat little boy who was always tagging around after them at Hogwarts? " said Madam Rosmerta.

“小矮星彼得..那个胖胖的小男孩，在霍格沃茨一直跟在他们后面的那个吗? ”罗斯默塔问道。

" That's Madam Rosmerta, " said Ron. " I'll get the drinks, shall I? " he added, going slightly red.

“那是罗斯默塔女士。”罗恩说，“我去叫酒，好吗? ”他加上一句，脸有点儿红。

" Madam Rosmerta's finest oak-matured mead, " said Dumbledore, raising his glass to Harry, who caught hold of his own and sipped.

“罗斯默塔夫人最好的栎木催熟的蜂蜜酒。”邓布利多说着朝哈利举了举杯，哈利抓住他自己的那一杯酒喝了一小口。

" You know that the dementors have searched the whole village twice? " said Madam Rosmerta, a slight edge to her voice.

“您知道摄魂怪已经把我的小酒馆搜查了两次吗? ”罗斯默塔女士说，声音里有一点点锋芒。

Madam Rosmerta was staring over from behind the bar, apparently oblivious to the fact that the flagon she was filling with mead was overflowing.

罗斯默塔夫人从吧台后面朝这边望着，她正在往大酒壶里倒蜂蜜酒，大酒壶都满得溢出来了，她也没有觉察。

Dumbledore closed his eyes again and nodded, as though he was about to fall asleep. “...of course...Rosmerta. How long has she been under the Imperius Curse? ”

邓布利多又闭上眼睛，微微点了点头，似乎快要睡着了。“… … 不用说… … 是罗斯默塔。她中了夺魂咒有多长时间了？”

Madam Rosmerta, the pretty landlady, didn't seem to think much of this; she was looking askance at Moody as she collected glasses from tables around them.

漂亮的老板娘罗斯默塔夫人似乎对此很不满意，她一边收拾着旁边桌子上的玻璃杯，一边斜眼瞟着穆迪。