Гарри Поттер и тайная комната

           "Ready?"Harrymuttered. 

           "Waittilleveryone’sgone,"saidHermionenervously."Allright..." 

           SheapproachedLockhart’sdesk,apieceofpaperclutchedtightlyinherhand,HarryandRonrightbehindher. 

           "Er-ProfessorLockhart?"Hermionestammered."Iwantedto-togetthisbookoutofthelibrary.Justforbackgroundreading."Sheheldoutthepieceofpaper,herhandshakingslightly. "Butthethingis,it’sintheRestrictedSectionofthelibrary,soIneedateachertosignforit-I’msureitwouldhelpmeunderstandwhatyousayinGaddingwithGhoulsaboutslow-actingvenoms." 

           "Ah,GaddingwithGhouls!"saidLockhart,takingthenotefromHermioneandsmilingwidelyather."Possiblymyveryfavoritebook.Youenjoyedit?" 

           "Oh,yes,"saidHermioneeagerly."Soclever,thewayyoutrappedthatlastonewiththetea-strainer—" 

           "Well,I’msurenoonewillmindmegivingthebeststudentoftheyearalittleextrahelp,"saidLockhartwarmly,andhepulledoutanenormouspeacockquill. "Yes,nice,isn’tit?"hesaid,misreadingtherevoltedlookonRon’sface."Iusuallysaveitforbook-signings." 

           HescrawledanenormousloopysignatureonthenoteandhandeditbacktoHermione. 

           "So,Harry,"saidLockhart,whileHermionefoldedthenotewithfumblingfingersandslippeditintoherbag."Tomorrow’sthefirstQuidditchmatchoftheseason,Ibelieve?