Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Rogue Bludger
Slightlydizzy,heneverthelesskepthiseyeswideopen,rainwasspecklinghisglassesandranuphisnostrilsashehungupsidedown,avoidinganotherfiercedivefromtheBludger. Hecouldhearlaughterfromthecrowd; heknewhemustlookverystupid,buttherogueBludgerwasheavyandcouldn’tchangedirectionasquicklyasHarrycould; hebeganakindofroller-coasterridearoundtheedgesofthestadium,squintingthroughthesilversheetsofraintotheGryffindorgoalposts,whereAdrianPuceywastryingtogetpastWood.
AwhistlinginHarry’seartoldhimtheBludgerhadjustmissedhimagain; heturnedrightoverandspedintheoppositedirection.
"Trainingfortheballet,Potter?"yelledMalfoy asHarrywasforcedtodoastupidkindoftwirlinmidairtododgetheBludger,andhefled,theBludgertrailingafewfeetbehindhim;andthen,glaringbackatMalfoyinhatred,hesawit-theGoldenSnitch.ItwashoveringinchesaboveMalfoy’sleftear-andMalfoy,busylaughingatHarry,hadn’tseenit.
Foranagonizingmoment,Harryhunginmidair,notdaringtospeedtowardMalfoyincasehelookedupandsawtheSnitch.
WHAM.
Hehadstayedstillasecondtoolong.TheBludgerhadhithimatlast,smashedintohiselbow,andHarryfelthisarmbreak.
