Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
Mudbloods and Murmurs
Hewasstraininghisearstohearthevoiceagain,buttherewasnosoundnowexceptforLockharttellinghimhemustn’texpectatreatlikethiseverytimehegotdetention.Feelingdazed,Harryleft.
ItwassolatethattheGryffindorcommonroomwasalmostempty. Harrywentstraightuptothedormitory.Ronwasn’tbackyet. Harrypulledonhispajamas,gotintobed,andwaited.Halfanhourlater,Ronarrived,nursinghisrightarmandbringingastrongsmellofpolishintothedarkenedroom.
"Mymuscleshaveallseizedup,"hegroaned,sinkingonhisbed."FourteentimeshemademebuffupthatQuidditchcupbeforehewassatisfied. AndthenIhadanotherslugattackalloveraSpecialAwardforServicestotheSchool.Tookagestogettheslimeoff...HowwasitwithLockhart?"
KeepinghisvoicelowsoasnottowakeNeville,Dean,andSeamus,HarrytoldRonexactlywhathehadheard.
"AndLockhartsaidhecouldn’thearit?"saidRon.Harrycouldseehimfrowninginthemoonlight."D’youthinkhewaslying?ButIdon’tgetit-evensomeoneinvisiblewould’vehadtoopenthedoor."
"Iknow,"saidHarry,lyingbackinhisfour-posterandstaringatthecanopyabovehim."Idon’tgetiteither."
