Scabior thrust the blackthorn wand at her.

斯盖木魔杖伸给她。

Unknown hands dragged Harry roughly off the ground, before he could stop them, someone had rummaged through his pockets and removed the blackthorn wand.

不知谁的手哈利粗鲁的拽离地面，在他阻止前，已经有人在翻遍他的口袋并且拿走了他的木魔杖。

" I don't know. We could do with an unbeatable wand, " said Harry, turning the blackthorn wand he so disliked over in his fingers.

“我不知道，不过我们倒是很需一根无敌的魔杖。”哈利一边说，一边在指间转动着令他生厌的黑木魔杖。

For ten minutes or so Ron tapped and muttered, Hermione turned the pages of her book, and Harry continued to practice with the blackthorn wand.

罗恩敲敲打打地咕哝了大约十分钟，赫敏翻了一页书，哈利则继续练习使用木魔杖。

Somehow Harry connected these unsatisfying, vague images with the destruction of his wand, as if it was the blackthorn wand's fault that he could no longer see into Voldemort's mind as well as before.

不知何故，哈利把那些不能令人满意的图像同他魔杖的损坏联系了起来，好像是他的黑木魔杖的错，让他不能再像以前一样看到伏地魔在想什么了。

Harry could not help but remember how Hermione has dismissed his loathing of the blackthorn wand, insisting that he was imagining things when it did not work as well as his own, telling him to simply practice.

哈利忍不住想起了当时赫敏是怎样消除他对那根刺树魔杖的厌恶的。她坚持认为他觉得那根魔杖没有自己那根的好用是因为他在想着其他的事情，并且告诉只多多练习 就好了。

I recall my moments of delight, the recognition of each flower that unfolded, the surprise of budding branches clothed in a night with green. The first snowy gleam upon the blackthorn did not escape me.

我回想起我的喜悦时刻，对每一朵绽放的花朵的认可，以及在夜晚披上绿色的萌芽枝条的惊喜。黑刺上的第一道雪光没有逃过我的视线。