Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Rogue Bludger
"Lacewingflies,leeches,fluxweed,andknotgrass,"shemurmured,runningherfingerdownthelistofingredients."Well,they’reeasyenough,they’reinthestudentstore-cupboard,wecanhelpourselves... Oooh,look,powderedhornofabicorn-don’tknowwherewe’regoingtogetthat-shreddedskinofaboomslang-.that’llbetricky,tooandofcourseabitofwhoeverwewanttochangeinto."
"Excuseme?"saidRonsharply."Whatd’youmean,abitofwhoeverwe’rechanginginto?I’mdrinkingnothingwithCrabbe’stoenailsinit—"
Hermionecontinuedasthoughshehadn’theardhim.
"Wedon’thavetoworryaboutthatyet,though,becauseweaddthosebitslast..."
Ronturned,speechless,toHarry,whohadanotherworry.
"D’yourealizehowmuchwe’regoingtohavetosteal,Hermione?Shreddedskinofaboomslang,that’sdefinitelynotinthestudents’cupboard.What’rewegoingtodo,breakintoSnape’sprivatestores?Idon’tknowifthisisagoodidea..."
Hermioneshutthebookwithasnap.
"Well,ifyoutwoaregoingtochickenout,fine,"shesaid.Therewerebrightpinkpatchesonhercheeksandhereyeswerebrighterthanusual."Idon’twanttobreakrules,youknow. IthinkthreateningMuggle-bornsisfarworsethanbrewingupadifficultpotion. Butifyoudon’twanttofindoutifit’sMalfoy,I’llgostraighttoMadamPincenowandhandthebookbackin.
"IneverthoughtI’dseethedaywhenyou’dbepersuadingustobreakrules,"saidRon."Allright,we’lldoit.
