哈利波特與魔法石The Sorting Hat(七)

At last, the desserts too disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again. The hall fell silent.

　　"Ahern -- just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you.

　　"First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."

　　Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins.

　　"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.

　　"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch.

　　"And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."

　　Harry laughed, but he was one of the few who did.

　　"He's not serious?" he muttered to Percy.

　　"Must be," said Percy, frowning at Dumbledore. "It's odd, because he usually gives us a reason why we're not allowed to go somewhere -- the forest's full of dangerous beasts, everyone knows that. I do think he might have told us prefects, at least."

　　"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore. Harry noticed that the other teachers' smiles had become rather fixed.

　　Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words.

　　"Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!" And the school bellowed:

　　"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,

　　Teach us something please,

　　Whether we be old and bald

　　Or young with scabby knees,

　　Our heads could do with filling

　　With some interesting stuff,

　　For now they're bare and full of air,

　　Dead flies and bits of fluff,

　　So teach us things worth knowing,

　　Bring back what we've forgot,

　　just do your best, we'll do the rest,

　　And learn until our brains all rot.

　　Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest.

　　"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"