Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
Gilderoy Lockhart
HarrystartedtospeakbuthewascutshortasLockhartflunganarmaroundhisshouldersandthunderedjovially, "Shouldn’thaveasked!Wemeetagain,Harry!"
PinnedtoLockhart’ssideandburningwithhumiliation,HarrysawMalfoyslidesmirkingbackintothecrowd.
"Comeonthen,Mr.Creevey,"saidLockhart,beamingatColin. "Adoubleportrait,can’tdobetterthanthat,andwe’llbothsignitforyou."
Colinfumbledforhiscameraandtookthepictureasthebellrangbehindthem,signalingthestartofafternoonclasses.
"Offyougo,movealongthere,"Lockhartcalledtothecrowd,andhesetoffbacktothecastlewithHarry,whowaswishingheknewagoodVanishingSpell,stillclaspedtohisside.
"Awordtothewise,Harry,"saidLockhartpaternallyastheyenteredthebuildingthroughasidedoor. "IcoveredupforyoubacktherewithyoungCreevey-ifhewasphotographingme,too,yourschoolmateswon’tthinkyou’resettingyourselfupsomuch..."
DeaftoHarry’sstammers,Lockhartswepthimdownacorridorlinedwithstaringstudentsandupastaircase.
"Letmejustsaythathandingoutsignedpicturesatthisstageofyourcareerisn’tsensible-looksatadbigheaded,Harry,tobefrank. Theremaywellcomeatimewhen,likeme,you’llneedtokeepastackhandywhereveryougo,but"-hegavealittlechortle-"Idon’tthinkyou’requitethereyet."
