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'A no-account, good-for-nothing, lazy scrounger who —'
“一个没有价值、一无是处、懒惰的乞讨者，这种人——”
'He was not,' said Harry suddenly.
“他不是这种人。”哈利突然说道。
The table went very quiet.
餐桌上没人说话，很安静。
Harry was shaking all over.
哈利浑身发抖，
He had never felt so angry in his life.
他一生之中还从来没有这样动过怒。
'More brandy!' yelled Uncle Vernon, who had gone very white.
“再来一点白兰地！”弗农姨父嚷道，他的脸已经很白了。
He emptied the bottle into Aunt Marge's glass.
他把瓶里的酒都倒在了玛姬姑妈的杯子里。
'You, boy,' he snarled at Harry. 'Go to bed, go on —'
“你，小子，”他对哈利粗暴地说道，“睡觉去，去——”
'No, Vernon,' hiccoughed Aunt Marge, holding up a hand, her tiny bloodshot eyes fixed on Harry's.
“别，弗农。”玛姬姑妈打着嗝儿说，一面举起手来，她那双充血的小眼睛紧盯着哈利。
'Go on, boy, go on. Proud of your parents, are you?
“说下去，小子。为你的双亲骄傲，对吗？
They go and get themselves killed in a car crash (drunk, I expect) —'
他们出门，遇到车祸，死了（我想，是喝醉了吧）——”
'They didn't die in a car crash!' said Harry, who found himself on his feet.
“他们不是因为车祸才死的！”哈利说，不知不觉，他已经站了起来。
'They died in a car crash, you nasty little liar, and left you to be a burden on their decent, hardworking relatives!'
“他们是因为车祸死的，你这个小撒谎精！他们还把你这个负担丢下来，丢给他们体面的、努力工作的亲戚！”
screamed Aunt Marge, swelling with fury.
玛姬姑妈尖叫道，愤怒得一塌糊涂。
'You are an insolent, ungrateful little —'
“你是个傲慢无礼、不知感激的小——”
But Aunt Marge suddenly stopped speaking.
但玛姬姑妈突然住嘴不说了。
For a moment, it looked as though words had failed her.
有一会儿工夫，好像她张口结舌，说不出话来似的。
She seemed to be swelling with inexpressible anger — but the swelling didn't stop.
她似乎由于没法形容的愤怒而膨胀开来了——但是这种膨胀并没有停止。
Her great red face started to expand, her tiny eyes bulged and her mouth stretched too tightly for speech.
她那张通红的大脸开始扩展，她那双小眼睛向外突出，她的嘴张得太大，没法说话。
