Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
Dobby’s Warning
"Whatterriblethings?"saidHarryatonce."Who’splottingthem?"
Dobbymadeafunnychokingnoiseandthenbangedhisheadfranticallyagainstthewall.
"Allright!"criedHarry,grabbingtheelf’sarmtostophim."Youcan’ttellme.Iunderstand.Butwhyareyouwarningme?" Asudden,unpleasantthoughtstruckhim."Hangon-thishasn’tgotanythingtodowithVol--sorry-withYou-Know-Who,hasit?Youcouldjustshakeornod,"headdedhastilyasDobby’sheadtiltedworryinglyclosetothewallagain.
Slowly,Dobbyshookhishead.
"Not-notHe-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named,sir—"
ButDobby’seyeswerewideandheseemedtobetryingtogiveHarryahint. Harry,however,wascompletelylost.
"Hehasn’tgotabrother,hashe?"
Dobbyshookhishead,hiseyeswiderthanever.
"Wellthen,Ican’tthinkwhoelsewouldhaveachanceofmakinghorriblethingshappenatHogwarts,"saidHarry."Imean,there’sDumbledore,foronething-youknowwhoDumbledoreis,don’tyou?"
Dobbybowedhishead.
"AlbusDumbledoreisthegreatestheadmasterHogwartshaseverhad.Dobbyknowsit,sir.
