Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
Mudbloods and Murmurs
"AnEngorgementCharm,Isuppose?"saidHermione,halfwaybetweendisapprovalandamusement."Well,you’vedoneagoodjobonthem."
"That’swhatyerlittlesistersaid,"saidHagrid,noddingatRon."Metherjus’yesterday."HagridlookedsidewaysatHarry,hisbeardtwitching. "Saidshewasjus’lookin’roundthegrounds,butIreckonshewashopin’shemightrunintersomeoneelseatmyhouse."HewinkedatHarry."Ifyehaskme,shewouldn’saynoterasigned—"
"Oh,shutup,"saidHarry. Ronsnortedwithlaughterandthegroundwassprayedwithslugs.
"Watchit!"Hagridroared,pullingRonawayfromhispreciouspumpkins.
ItwasnearlylunchtimeandasHarryhadonlyhadonebitoftreaclefudgesincedawn,hewaskeentogobacktoschooltoeat. Theysaidgood-byetoHagridandwalkedbackuptothecastle,Ronhiccoughingoccasionally,butonlybringinguptwoverysmallslugs.
Theyhadbarelysetfootinthecoolentrancehallwhenavoicerangout, "Thereyouare,Potter-Weasley."ProfessorMcGonagallwaswalkingtowardthem,lookingstern."Youwillbothdoyourdetentionsthisevening."
"What’rewedoing,Professor?"saidRon,nervouslysuppressingaburp.
"YouwillbepolishingthesilverinthetrophyroomwithMr.Filch,"saidProfessorMcGonagall."Andnomagic,Weasley-elbowgrease."
Rongulped.ArgusFilch,thecaretaker,wasloathedbyeverystudentintheschool.
"Andyou,Potter,willbehelpingProfessorLockhartanswerhisfanmail,"saidProfessorMcGonagall.
