Гарри Поттер и тайная комната

           "Let’sleavethemtoit,"RonmutteredtoHarryasMrs.Weasleyswelledlikeabullfrog."Comeon,I’llshowyoumybedroom." 

           Theyslippedoutofthekitchenanddownanarrowpassagewaytoanunevenstaircase,whichwounditsway,zigzaggingupthroughthehouse. Onthethirdlanding,adoorstoodajar.Harryjustcaughtsightofapairofbrightbrowneyesstaringathimbeforeitclosedwithasnap. 

           "Ginny,"saidRon."Youdon’tknowhowweirditisforhertobethisshy.Shenevershutsupnormally—" 

           Theyclimbedtwomoreflightsuntiltheyreachedadoorwithpeelingpaintandasmallplaqueonit,sayingRONALD’SROOM. 

           Harrysteppedin,hisheadalmosttouchingtheslopingceiling,andblinked.Itwaslikewalkingintoafurnace:NearlyeverythinginRon’sroomseemedtobeaviolentshadeoforange:thebedspread,thewalls,eventheceiling. ThenHarryrealizedthatRonhadcoverednearlyeveryinchoftheshabbywallpaperwithpostersofthesamesevenwitchesandwizards,allwearingbrightorangerobes,carryingbroomsticks,andwavingenergetically. 

           "YourQuidditchteam?"saidHarry. 

           "TheChudleyCannons,"saidRon,pointingattheorangebedspread,whichwasemblazonedwithtwogiantblackC’sandaspeedingcannonball."Ninthintheleague." 

           Ron’sschoolspellbookswerestackeduntidilyinacorner,nexttoapileofcomicsthatallseemedtofeatureTheAdventuresofMartinMiggs,theMadMuggle.