Гарри Поттер и тайная комната

           Unabletoseewhathewasdoing,Ronaccidentallysquashedhisbeetlewithhiselbowandhadtoaskforanewone.ProfessorMcGonagallwasn’tpleased. 

           Harrywasrelievedtohearthelunchbell.Hisbrainfeltlikeawrungsponge. EveryonefiledoutoftheclassroomexcepthimandRon,whowaswhackinghiswandfuriouslyonthedesk. 

           "Stupid-useless-thing—" 

           "Writehomeforanotherone,"Harrysuggestedasthewandletoffavolleyofbangslikeafirecracker. 

           "Oh,yeah,andgetanotherHowlerback,"saidRon,stuffingthenowhissingwandintohisbag. "It’syourownfaultyourwandgotsnapped-’" 

           Theywentdowntolunch,whereRon’smoodwasnotimprovedbyHermione’sshowingthemthehandfulofperfectcoatbuttonsshehadproducedinTransfiguration. 

           "What’vewegotthisafternoon?"saidHarry,hastilychangingthesubject. 

           "DefenseAgainsttheDarkArts,"saidHermioneatonce. 

           "Why,"demandedRon,seizingherschedule,"haveyououtlinedallLockhart’slessonsinlittlehearts?" 

           Hermionesnatchedthescheduleback,blushingfuriously. 

           Theyfinishedlunchandwentoutsideintotheovercastcourtyard. HermionesatdownonastonestepandburiedhernoseinVoyageswithVampiresagain.