Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Sectumsempra
"Well—youdon’tmindit’sover,doyou?"
"No,"Ronadmitted."Itwasprettybadwhileshewasyelling,butatleastIdidn’thavetofinishit."
"Coward,"saidHermione,thoughshelookedamused."Well,itwasabadnightforromanceallaround.GinnyandDeansplituptoo,Harry."
Harrythoughttherewasaratherknowinglookinhereyeasshetoldhimthat,butshecouldnotpossiblyknowthathisinsidesweresuddenlydancingtheconga.Keepinghisfaceasimmobileandhisvoiceasindifferentashecould,heasked,"Howcome?"
"Oh,somethingreallysilly...shesaidhewasalwaystryingtohelpherthroughtheportraithole,likeshecouldn’tclimbinherself...butthey’vebeenabitrockyforages."
HarryglancedoveratDeanontheothersideoftheclassroom.Hecertainlylookedunhappy.
"Ofcourse,thisputsyouinabitofadilemma,doesn’tit?"saidHermione.
"Whatd’youmean?"saidHarryquickly.
"TheQuidditchteam,"saidHermione."IfGinnyandDeanaren’tspeaking..."
"Oh—ohyeah,"saidHarry.
"Flitwick,"saidRoninawarningtone.ThetinylittleCharmsmasterwasbobbinghiswaytowardthem,andHermionewastheonlyonewhohadmanagedtoturnvinegarintowine;herglassflaskwasfullofdeepcrimsonliquid,whereasthecontentsofHarry’sandRon’swerestillmurkybrown.
"Now,now,boys,"squeakedProfessorFlitwickreproachfully."Alittlelesstalk,alittlemoreaction...Letmeseeyoutry..."
Togethertheyraisedtheirwands,concentratingwithalltheirmight,andpointedthemattheirflasks.