Гарри Поттер и тайная комната

           Hetookouthiswand,tappedtheboard,andthearrowsbegantowiggleoverthediagramlikecaterpillars. AsWoodlaunchedintoaspeechabouthisnewtactics,FredWeasley’sheaddroopedrightontoAliciaSpinnet’sshoulderandhebegantosnore. 

           Thefirstboardtooknearlytwentyminutestoexplain,buttherewasanotherboardunderthat,andathirdunderthatone.HarrysankintoastuporasWooddronedonandon. 

           "So,"saidWood,atlonglast,jerkingHarryfromawistfulfantasyaboutwhathecouldbeeatingforbreakfastatthisverymomentupatthecastle."Isthatclear?Anyquestions?" 

           "I’vegotaquestion,Oliver,"saidGeorge,whohadwokenwithastart."Whycouldn’tyouhavetoldusallthisyesterdaywhenwewereawake?" 

           Woodwasn’tpleased. 

           "Now,listenhere,youlot,"hesaid,gloweringatthemall. "WeshouldhavewontheQuidditchcuplastyear.We’reeasilythebestteam.Butunfortunately-owingtocircumstancesbeyondourcontrol—" 

           Harryshiftedguiltilyinhisseat.Hehadbeenunconsciousinthehospitalwingforthefinalmatchofthepreviousyear,meaningthatGryffindorhadbeenaplayershortandhadsufferedtheirworstdefeatinthreehundredyears. 

           Woodtookamomenttoregaincontrolofhimself.Theirlastdefeatwasclearlystilltorturinghim. 

           "Sothisyear,wetrainharderthaneverbefore... Okay,let’sgoandputournewtheoriesintopractice!"Woodshouted,seizinghisbroomstickandleadingthewayoutofthelockerrooms.