Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Writing on the Wall
"Itwasabouthere,"saidRon,recoveringhimselftowalkafewpacespastFilch’schairandpointing."Levelwiththisdoor."
Hereachedforthebrassdoorknobbutsuddenlywithdrewhishandasthoughhe’dbeenburned.
"What’sthematter?"saidHarry.
"Can’tgointhere,"saidRongruffly."That’sagirls’toilet."
"Oh,Ron,therewon’tbeanyoneinthere,"saidHermionestandingupandcomingover."That’sMoaningMyrtle’splace.Comeon,let’shavealook."
AndignoringthelargeOUTofORDERsign,sheopenedthedoor.
Itwasthegloomiest,mostdepressingbathroomHarryhadeversetfootin.Underalarge,cracked,andspottedmirrorwerearowofchippedsinks. Thefloorwasdampandreflectedthedulllightgivenoffbythestubsofafewcandles,burninglowintheirholders;thewoodendoorstothestallswereflakingandscratchedandoneofthemwasdanglingoffitshinges.
Hermioneputherfingerstoherlipsandsetofftowardtheendstall.Whenshereacheditshesaid, "Hello,Myrtle,howareyou?"
HarryandRonwenttolook.MoaningMyrtlewasfloatingabovethetankofthetoilet,pickingaspotonherchin.
"Thisisagirlsbathroom,"shesaid,eyeingRonandHarrysuspiciously."They’renotgirls."
"No,"Hermioneagreed."Ijustwantedtoshowthemhower-niceitisinhere."
Shewavedvaguelyatthedirtyoldmirrorandthedampfloor.
"Askherifshesawanything,"HarrymouthedatHermione.
"Whatareyouwhispering?"saidMyrtle,staringathim.
"Nothing,"saidHarryquickly.
"Wewantedtoask—"
