Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
Mudbloods and Murmurs
Hagridappearedatonce,lookingverygrumpy,buthisexpressionbrightenedwhenhesawwhoitwas.
"Binwonderin’whenyou’dcometerseeme-comein,comein-thoughtyoumightabinProfessorLockhartbackagain—"
HarryandHermionesupportedRonoverthethresholdintotheone-roomedcabin,whichhadanenormousbedinonecorner,afirecracklingmerrilyintheother. Hagriddidn’tseemperturbedbyRon’sslugproblem,whichHarryhastilyexplainedasheloweredRonintoachair.
"Betteroutthanin,"hesaidcheerfully,plunkingalargecopperbasininfrontofhim."Getemallup,Ron."
"Idon’tthinkthere’sanythingtodoexceptwaitforittostop,"saidHermioneanxiously,watchingRonbendoverthebasin. "That’sadifficultcursetoworkatthebestoftimes,butwithabrokenwand—"
Hagridwasbustlingaroundmakingthemtea.Hisboarhound,Fang,wasslobberingoverHarry.
"WhatdidLockhartwantwithyou,Hagrid?"Harryasked,scratchingFang’sears.
"Givin’meadviceongettin’kelpiesoutofawell,"growledHagrid,movingahalf-pluckedroosteroffhisscrubbedtableandsettingdowntheteapot. "LikeIdon’know.An’bangin’onaboutsomebansheehebanished.Ifonewordofitwastrue,I’lleatmykettle."
ItwasmostunlikeHagridtocriticizeaHogwarts’teacher,andHarrylookedathiminsurprise.Hermione,however,saidinavoicesomewhathigherthanusual, "Ithinkyou’rebeingabitunfair.ProfessorDumbledoreobviouslythoughthewasthebestmanforthejob—"
