December 25th, 1968

Albus—

阿不思——

Happy Christmas, again. Busy with Voldemort, I would imagine?

圣诞快乐……又是一年。还在为伏地魔的事而奔波吗？

I admit that it doesn't much appeal to me to write and never receive a response. Or to never know what's true and what isn't. But old Natalia Fedotyeva just fell afoul of a rogue giant, and I had an owl a day from her until then...

我承认写一封永远不会收到回信的信对于我来说没多大诱惑力，就像我永远不会知道你的那句话是否出自真心一样。但老娜塔莉亚·佛多特耶娃前一阵和一个巨人起了冲突，她之前每天都用猫头鹰给我送信，直到——

I'm getting old, Albus, and tired of mocking you. I suppose you are too. Still lonely? Still hiding?

时间日复一日流逝着，阿不思，我已老态龙钟，疲于嘲弄于你。我想你也是如此。还仍旧是一个人吗？也仍旧需要藏匿行迹吗？

Don't die over there. You're too clever to be killed by somebody with no sense of humor.

别死在那里。你那么聪明，你一定不会败在那种毫无幽默感的家伙手里……

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