Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
Mudbloods and Murmurs
Stiff-leggedandstillyawning,histeamfollowed.
Theyhadbeeninthelockerroomsolongthatthesunwasupcompletelynow,althoughremnantsofmisthungoverthegrassinthestadium.AsHarrywalkedontothefield,hesawRonandHermionesittinginthestands.
"Aren’tyoufinishedyet?"calledRonincredulously.
"Haven’tevenstarted,"saidHarry,lookingjealouslyatthetoastandmarmaladeRonandHermionehadbroughtoutoftheGreatHall."Wood’sbeenteachingusnewmoves."
Hemountedhisbroomstickandkickedattheground,soaringupintotheair.Thecoolmorningairwhippedhisface,wakinghimfarmoreeffectivelythanWood’slongtalk. ItfeltwonderfultobebackontheQuidditchfield.Hesoaredrightaroundthestadiumatfullspeed,racingFredandGeorge.
"What’sthatfunnyclickingnoise?"calledFredastheyhurtledaroundthecorner.
Harrylookedintothestands.Colinwassittinginoneofthehighestseats,hiscameraraised,takingpictureafterpicture,thesoundstrangelymagnifiedinthedesertedstadium.
"Lookthisway,Harry!Thisway!"hecriedshrilly.
"Who’sthat?"saidFred.
"Noidea,"Harrylied,puttingonaspurtofspeedthattookhimasfarawayaspossiblefromColin.
"What’sgoingon?"saidWood,frowning,asheskimmedthroughtheairtowardthem."Why’sthatfirstyeartakingpictures? Idon’tlikeit.HecouldbeaSlytherinspy,tryingtofindoutaboutournewtrainingprogram."
"He’sinGryffindor,"saidHarryquickly.
