Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Writing on the Wall
"Scorchmarks!"hesaid."Here-andhere—"
"Comeandlookatthis!"saidHermione."Thisisfunny..."
Harrygotupandcrossedtothewindownexttothemessageonthewall.Hermionewaspointingatthetopmostpane,wherearoundtwentyspiderswerescuttling,apparentlyfightingtogetthroughasmallcrack. Along,silverythreadwasdanglinglikearope,asthoughtheyhadallclimbeditintheirhurrytogetoutside.
"Haveyoueverseenspidersactlikethat?"saidHermionewonderingly.
"No,"saidHarry,"haveyou,Ron?Ron?"
Helookedoverhisshoulder.Ronwasstandingwellbackandseemedtobefightingtheimpulsetorun.
"What’sup?"saidHarry.
"I-don’t-like-spiders,"saidRontensely.
"Ineverknewthat,"saidHermione,lookingatRoninsurprise."You’veusedspidersinPotionsloadsoftimes..."
"Idon’tmindthemdead,"saidRon,whowascarefullylookinganywherebutatthewindow."Ijustdon’tlikethewaytheymove..."
Hermionegiggled.
"It’snotfunny,"saidRon,fiercely."Ifyoumustknow,whenIwasthree,Fredturnedmy-myteddybearintoagreatbigfilthyspiderbecauseIbrokehistoybroomstick...Youwouldn’tlikethemeitherifyou’dbeenholdingyourbearandsuddenlyithadtoomanylegsand..."
Hebrokeoff,shuddering. Hermionewasobviouslystilltryingnottolaugh.Feelingtheyhadbettergetoffthesubject,Harrysaid, "Rememberallthatwateronthefloor?Wheredidthatcomefrom?Someone’smoppeditup."
