Well, this Halloween will be my five hundredth deathday, said Nearly Headless Nick, drawing himself up and looking dignified.

好吧，今年的万圣节将是我的五百岁忌辰。差点没头的尼克说着，挺起了胸膛，显出一副高贵的样子。

Harry Potter, at my deathday party!

哈利·波特，参加我的忌辰晚会！

Harry, Ron and Hermione all launched into an explanation about the deathday party.

哈利、罗恩和赫敏争先恐后地解释他们去参加忌辰晚会了。

" You said you'd go to the deathday party."

“你说过你要去参加忌辰晚会的。”

A promise is a promise, Hermione reminded Harry bossily. You said you'd go to the deathday party.

一言既出，驷马难追。赫敏盛气凌人地提醒哈利，你说过你要去参加忌辰晚会的。

The nearest thing to it Harry had ever heard was the ghost orchestra at Nearly Headless Nick's deathday party, who had all been playing the musical saw.

哈利以前只是在差点没头的尼克的忌辰晚会上叫到过类似的声音，那是鬼魂乐队用乐锯演奏的噪音。

My dear boy! Harry Potter, at my deathday party! And-he hesitated, looking excited-do you think you could possibly mention to Sir Patrick how very frightening and impressive you find me?

哦，我亲爱的孩子！哈利波特，参加我的忌辰晚会，太棒了！还有，他迟疑着，显得十分兴奋，劳驾，你可不可以对帕特里克先生提一句，就说你觉得我特别吓人，给人印象特别深刻，好吗？