Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Deathday Party
"Thatvanishingcabinetwasextremelyvaluable!"hewassayinggleefullytoMrs.Norris."We’llhavePeevesoutthistime,mysweet—"
HiseyesfellonHarryandthendartedtotheKwikspellenvelope,which,Harryrealizedtoolate,waslyingtwofeetawayfromwhereithadstarted.
Filch’spastyfacewentbrickred.Harrybracedhimselfforatidalwaveoffury.Filchhobbledacrosstohisdesk,snatcheduptheenvelope,andthrewitintoadrawer.
"Haveyou-didyouread-?"hesputtered.
"No,"Harryliedquickly.
Filch’sknobblyhandsweretwistingtogether.
"IfIthoughtyou’dreadmyprivate-notthatit’smine-forafriend-bethatasitmay-however—"
Harrywasstaringathim,alarmed;Filchhadneverlookedmadder. Hiseyeswerepopping,aticwasgoinginoneofhispouchycheeks,andthetartanscarfdidn’thelp.
"Verywell-go-anddon’tbreatheaword-notthat-however,ifyoudidn’tread-gonow,IhavetowriteupPeeves’report-go—"
Amazedathisluck,Harryspedoutoftheoffice,upthecorridor,andbackupstairs.ToescapefromFilch’sofficewithoutpunishmentwasprobablysomekindofschoolrecord.
"Harry!Harry!Diditwork?"
NearlyHeadlessNickcameglidingoutofaclassroom. Behindhim,Harrycouldseethewreckageofalargeblack-and-goldcabinetthatappearedtohavebeendroppedfromagreatheight.
