Гарри Поттер и тайная комната

           So,Harry,justtoddleuptothehospitalwing-ah,Mr.Weasley,MissGranger,wouldyouescorthim?-andMadamPomfreywillbeableto-er-tidyyouupabit." 

           AsHarrygottohisfeet,hefeltstrangelylopsided.Takingadeepbreathhelookeddownathisrightside.Whathesawnearlymadehimpassoutagain. 

           Pokingoutoftheendofhisrobeswaswhatlookedlikeathick,flesh-coloredrubberglove.Hetriedtomovehisfingers.Nothinghappened. 

           Lockharthadn’tmendedHarry’sbones.Hehadremovedthem. 

           MadamPomfreywasn’tatallpleased. 

           "Youshouldhavecomestraighttome!"sheraged,holdingupthesad,limpremainderofwhat,halfanhourbefore,hadbeenaworkingarm."Icanmendbonesinasecond-butgrowingthemback—" 

           "Youwillbeableto,won’tyou?"saidHarrydesperately. 

           "I’llbeableto,certainly,butitwillbepainful,"saidMadamPomfreygrimly,throwingHarryapairofpajamas."You’llhavetostaythenight..." 

           HermionewaitedoutsidethecurtaindrawnaroundHarry’sbedwhileRonhelpedhimintohispajamas.Ittookawhiletostufftherubbery,bonelessarmintoasleeve. 

           "HowcanyoustickupforLockhartnow,Hermione,eh?"RoncalledthroughthecurtainashepulledHarry’slimpfingersthroughthecuff."IfHarryhadwanteddeboninghewouldhaveasked." 

           "Anyonecanmakeamistake,"saidHermione."Anditdoesn’thurtanymore,doesit,Harry?" 

           "No,"saidHarry,gettingintobed."Butitdoesn’tdoanythingelseeither." 

           Asheswunghimselfontothebed,hisarmflappedpointlessly.