Гарри Поттер и тайная комната

           HarryletLockhart’svoicewashoverhim,occasionallysaying,"Mmm"and"Right"and"Yeah." Nowandthenhecaughtaphraselike,"Fame’saficklefriend,Harry,"or"Celebrityisascelebritydoes,rememberthat." 

           Thecandlesburnedlowerandlower,makingthelightdanceoverthemanymovingfacesofLockhartwatchinghim.Harrymovedhisachinghandoverwhatfeltlikethethousandthenvelope,writingoutVeronicaSmethley’saddress. Itmustbenearlytimetoleave,Harrythoughtmiserably,pleaseletitbenearlytime... 

           Andthenheheardsomething-somethingquiteapartfromthespittingofthedyingcandlesandLockhart’sprattleabouthisfans. 

           Itwasavoice,avoicetochillthebonemarrow,avoiceofbreathtaking,ice-coldvenom. 

           "Come...cometome...Letmeripyou...Letmetearyou...Letmekillyou..." 

           HarrygaveahugejumpandalargelilacblotappearedonVeronicaSmethley’sstreet. 

           "What?"hesaidloudly. 

           "Iknow!"saidLockhart."Sixsolidmonthsatthetopofthebest-sellerlist!Brokeallrecords!" 

           "No,"saidHarryfrantically."Thatvoice!" 

           "Sorry?"saidLockhart,lookingpuzzled."Whatvoice?" 

           "That-thatvoicethatsaid-didn’tyouhearit?" 

           LockhartwaslookingatHarryinhighastonishment. 

           "Whatareyoutalkingabout,Harry?Perhapsyou’regettingalittledrowsy?GreatScott-lookatthetime! We’vebeenherenearlyfourhours!I’dneverhavebelievedit-thetime’sflown,hasn’tit?" 

           Harrydidn’tanswer