Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
Mudbloods and Murmurs
Comeon,grabyourbroom,andlet’sgo,"saidWoodheartily."Noneoftheotherteamshavestartedtrainingyet;we’regoingtobefirstoffthemarkthisyear—"
Yawningandshiveringslightly,HarryclimbedoutofbedandtriedtofindhisQuidditchrobes.
"Goodman,"saidWood."Meetyouonthefieldinfifteenminutes."
Whenhe’dfoundhisscarletteamrobesandpulledonhiscloakforwarmth,HarryscribbledanotetoRonexplainingwherehe’dgoneandwentdownthespiralstaircasetothecommonroom,hisNimbusTwoThousandonhisshoulder. HehadjustreachedtheportraitholewhentherewasaclatterbehindhimandColinCreeveycamedashingdownthespiralstaircase,hiscameraswingingmadlyaroundhisneckandsomethingclutchedinhishand.
"Iheardsomeonesayingyournameonthestairs,Harry!LookwhatI’vegothere!I’vehaditdeveloped,Iwantedtoshowyou—"
HarrylookedbemusedlyatthephotographColinwasbrandishingunderhisnose.
Amoving,black-and-whiteLockhartwastugginghardonanarmHarryrecognizedashisown. Hewaspleasedtoseethathisphotographicselfwasputtingupagoodfightandrefusingtobedraggedintoview. AsHarrywatched,Lockhartgaveupandslumped,Panting,againstthewhiteedgeofthepicture.
"Willyousignit?"saidColineagerly.
"No,"saidHarryflatly,glancingaroundtocheckthattheroomwasreallydeserted."Sorry,Colin,I’minahurry-Quidditchpractice—"
Heclimbedthroughtheportraithole.
