Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Deathday Party
I’vehadenoughofit...makeanexample...where’stheform...yes..."
Heretrievedalargerollofparchmentfromhisdeskdrawerandstretcheditoutinfrontofhim,dippinghislongblackquillintotheinkpot.
"Name...HarryPotter.Crime..."
"Itwasonlyabitofmud!"saidHarry.
"It’sonlyabitofmudtoyou,boy,buttomeit’sanextrahourscrubbing!"shoutedFilch,adripshiveringunpleasantlyattheendofhisbulbousnose."Crime...befoulingthecastle...suggestedsentence..."
Dabbingathisstreamingnose,FilchsquintedunpleasantlyatHarrywhowaitedwithbatedbreathforhissentencetofall.
ButasFilchloweredhisquill,therewasagreatBANG!ontheceilingoftheoffice,whichmadetheoillamprattle.
"PEEVES!"Filchroared,flingingdownhisquillinatransportofrage."I’llhaveyouthistime,I’llhaveyou!"
AndwithoutabackwardglanceatHarry,Filchranflat-footedfromtheoffice,Mrs.Norrisstreakingalongsidehim.
Peeveswastheschoolpoltergeist,agrinning,airbornemenacewholivedtocausehavocanddistress. Harrydidn’tmuchlikePeeves,butcouldn’thelpfeelinggratefulforhistiming. Hopefully,whateverPeeveshaddone(anditsoundedasthoughhe’dwreckedsomethingverybigthistime)woulddistractFilchfromHarry.
ThinkingthatheshouldprobablywaitforFilchtocomeback,Harrysankintoamoth-eatenchairnexttothedesk.
