The peculiar thing is that you've given me no particular reason to want to help you with this Voldemort bloke. (That would be the correct British term, yes? Bloke?) It was mostly technical. Obsessed with death, that one, even for a Dark wizard. Terrified of it, even as he nursed delusions of grandeur. Unhealthy attitude. But you probably knew that already. He was not on the path of the Hallows. Probably just as well. The fewer upstarts after that sort of thing, the better.
He was mostly on about his crackpot theory to improve the Killing Curse—won't work out, I think. That and Horcruxes. Woolly business. I like all my bits in one place where they belong, and if somebody's good enough to take me out I'd rather die properly, none of this floating about half-alive nonsense.
I don't hate you, Albus. I never have, and at this point there's nothing worse you can do to me, so I never will. That's the problem.
我不恨你,阿不思。从前没有,以后你也不会对我做比这更糟的事了,所以以后我也不会,永远不会。就这样。
P.S. Getrude says, "And identity is funny being yourself is funny as you are never yourself to yourself except as you remember yourself and then of course you do not believe yourself."
注:
1.断句:And identity is funny / being yourself is funny / as you are never yourself to yourself / except as you remember yourself / and then / of course / you do not believe yourself.
2.总感觉格皇会是那种,一边骂骂咧咧不屑一顾,一边把阿不思送来的书来来回回翻阅。