Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Deathday Party
"Don’tmindNick!"shoutedSirPatrick’sheadfromthefloor."Stillupsetwewon’tlethimjointheHunt!ButImeantosay-lookatthefellow—"
"Ithink,"saidHarryhurriedly,atameaningfullookfromNick,"Nick’svery-frighteningand-er—"
"Ha!"yelledSirPatrick’shead.
"Betheaskedyoutosaythat!"
"IfIcouldhaveeveryone’sattention,it’stimeformyspeech!"saidNearlyHeadlessNickloudly,stridingtowardthepodiumandclimbingintoanicybluespotlight.
"Mylatelamentedlords,ladies,andgentlemen,itismygreatsorrow..."
Butnobodyheardmuchmore.SirPatrickandtherestoftheHeadlessHunthadjuststartedagameofHeadHockeyandthecrowdwereturningtowatch. NearlyHeadlessNicktriedvainlytorecapturehisaudience,butgaveupasSirPatrick’sheadwentsailingpasthimtoloudcheers.
Harrywasverycoldbynow,nottomentionhungry.
"Ican’tstandmuchmoreofthis,"Ronmuttered,histeethchattering, astheorchestragroundbackintoactionandtheghostssweptbackontothedancefloor.
"Let’sgo,"Harryagreed.
Theybackedtowardthedoor,noddingandbeamingatanyonewholookedatthem,andaminutelaterwerehurryingbackupthepassagewayfullofblackcandles.
"Puddingmightnotbefinishedyet,"saidRonhopefully,leadingthewaytowardthestepstotheentrancehall.
AndthenHarryheardit.
"...rip...tear...kill..."
Itwasthesamevoice,thesamecold,murderousvoicehehadheardinLockhart’soffice.
