Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Writing on the Wall
HistoryofMagicwasthedullestsubjectontheirschedule.ProfessorBinns,whotaughtit,wastheironlyghostteacher,andthemostexcitingthingthateverhappenedinhisclasseswashisenteringtheroomthroughtheblackboard. Ancientandshriveled,manypeoplesaidhehadn’tnoticedhewasdead.Hehadsimplygotuptoteachonedayandlefthisbodybehindhiminanarmchairinfrontofthestaffroomfire;hisroutinehadnotvariedintheslightestsince.
Todaywasasboringasever.ProfessorBinnsopenedhisnotesandbegantoreadinaflatdronelikeanoldvacuumcleaneruntilnearlyeveryoneintheclasswasinadeepstupor,occasionallycomingtolongenoughtocopydownanameordate,thenfallingasleepagain. Hehadbeenspeakingforhalfanhourwhensomethinghappenedthathadneverhappenedbefore.Hermioneputupherhand.
ProfessorBinns,glancingupinthemiddleofadeadlydulllectureontheInternationalWarlockConventionof1289,lookedamazed.
"Miss-er-?"
"Granger,Professor.IwaswonderingifyoucouldtellusanythingabouttheChamberofSecrets,"saidHermioneinaclearvoice.
DeanThomas,whohadbeensittingwithhismouthhangingopen,gazingoutofthewindow,jerkedoutofhistrance;LavenderBrown’sheadcameupoffherarmsandNevilleLongbottom’selbowslippedoffhisdesk.
ProfessorBinnsblinked.
"MysubjectisHistoryofMagic,"hesaidinhisdry,wheezyvoice."Idealwithfacts,MissGranger,notmythsandlegends.
