Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Deathday Party
Thedungeonwasfullofhundredsofpearly-white,translucentpeople,mostlydriftingaroundacrowdeddancefloor,waltzingtothedreadful,quaveringsoundofthirtymusicalsaws,playedbyanorchestraonaraised,black-drapedplatform. Achandelieroverheadblazedmidnight-bluewithathousandmoreblackcandles.Theirbreathroseinamistbeforethem;itwaslikesteppingintoafreezer.
"Shallwehavealookaround?"Harrysuggested,wantingtowarmuphisfeet.
"Carefulnottowalkthroughanyone,"saidRonnervously,andtheysetoffaroundtheedgeofthedancefloor. Theypassedagroupofgloomynuns,araggedmanwearingchains,andtheFatFriar,acheerfulHufflepuffghost,whowastalkingtoaknightwithanarrowstickingoutofhisforehead. Harrywasn’tsurprisedtoseethattheBloodyBaron,agaunt,staringSlytheringhostcoveredinsilverbloodstains,wasbeinggivenawideberthbytheotherghosts.
"Oh,no,"saidHermione,stoppingabruptly."Turnback,turnback,Idon’twanttotalktoMoaningMyrtle—"
"Who?"saidHarryastheybacktrackedquickly.
"Shehauntsoneofthetoiletsinthegirls’bathroomonthefirstfloor,"saidHermione.
"Shehauntsatoilet?"
"Yes.It’sbeenout-of-orderallyearbecauseshekeepshavingtantrumsandfloodingtheplace. IneverwentinthereanywayifIcouldavoidit;it’sawfultryingtohaveapeewithherwailingatyou—"
"Look,food!"saidRon.
Ontheothersideofthedungeonwasalongtable,alsocoveredinblackvelvet.
