A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about … like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees.

这是一个新的世界，物质的然而并不真实，在这里可怜的幽魂。呼吸着空气般的轻梦，余飘西荡… … 就像那个灰蒙蒙的、占怪的人形穿过杂乱的树木悄悄地朝他走来。

The exams were nearly upon them, and instead of lazing around outside, the students were forced to remain inside the castle, trying to bully their brains into concentrating while enticing wafts of summer air drifted in through the windows.

考试临近了，学生们非但不能在户外懒洋洋地打发时光，而且还不得不留在城堡里，忍受着从窗外吹来的夏日熏风的诱惑，迫使自己的大脑努力工作。