Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
Cornelius Fudge
"No!"growledHagrid.
DumbledorehadnottakenhisbrightblueeyesoffLuciusMalfoy’scoldgrayones.
"However,"saidDumbledore,speakingveryslowlyandclearlysothatnoneofthemcouldmissaword,"youwillfindthatIwillonlytrulyhaveleftthisschoolwhennonehereareloyaltome... HelpwillalwaysbegivenatHogwartstothosewhoaskforit."
Forasecond,HarrywasalmostsureDumbledore’seyesflickeredtowardthecornerwhereheandRonwerehidden.
"Admirablesentiments,"saidMalfoy,bowing. "Weshallallmissyour-er-highlyindividualwayofrunningthings,Albus, andonlyhopeyoursuccessorwilllmanagetopreventany-ah-killins."
Hestrodetothecabindoor,openedit,andbowedDumbledoreout. Fudge,fiddlingwithhisbowler,waitedforHagridtogoaheadofhim,butHagridstoodhisground,tookadeepbreath,andsaidcarefully, "Ifanyonewantedterfindoutsomestuff,allthey’dhaveterdowouldbeterfollowthespiders.That’dleademright.That’sallI’msayin’."
Fudgestaredathiminamazement.
"Allright,I’mcomin’,saidHagrid,pullingonhismoleskinovercoat. ButashewasabouttofollowFudgethroughthedoor,hestoppedagainandsaidloudly, "An’someone’llneedterfeedFangwhileI’maway."
ThedoorbangedshutandRonpulledofftheInvisibilityCloak.
"We’reintroublenow,"Ronsaidhoarsely."NoDumbledore. Theymightaswellclosetheschooltonight.There’llbeanattackadaywithhimgone."
Fangstartedhowling,scratchingatthecloseddoor.