Гарри Поттер и тайная комната

           Theyhadbroughtcakes,sweets,andbottlesofpumpkinjuice;theygatheredaroundHarry’sbedandwerejustgettingstartedonwhatpromisedtobeagoodpartywhenMadamPomfreycamestormingover,shouting, "Thisboyneedsrest,he’sgotthirty-threebonestoregrow!Out!OUT!" AndHarrywasleftalone,withnothingtodistracthimfromthestabbingpainsinhislimparm. 

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           Hoursandhourslater,Harrywokequitesuddenlyinthepitchblacknessandgaveasmallyelpofpain:Hisarmnowfeltfulloflargesplinters.Forasecond,hethoughtthatwaswhathadwokenhim. Then,withathrillofhorror,herealizedthatsomeonewassponginghisforeheadinthedark. 

           "Getoff!"hesaidloudly,andthen,"Dobby!" 

           Thehouse-elf’sgogglingtennisballeyeswerepeeringatHarrythroughthedarkness.Asingletearwasrunningdownhislong,pointednose. 

           "HarryPottercamebacktoschool,"hewhisperedmiserably."DobbywarnedandwarnedHarryPotter. Ahsir,whydidn’tyouheedDobby?Whydidn’tHarryPottergobackhomewhenhemissedthetrain?" 

           HarryheavedhimselfuponhispillowsandpushedDobby’sspongeaway. 

           "What’reyoudoinghere?"hesaid."AndhowdidyouknowImissedthetrain?" 

           Dobby’sliptrembledandHarrywasseizedbyasuddensuspicion. 

           "Itwasyou!"hesaidslowly."Youstoppedthebarrierfromlettingusthrough!" 

           "Indeedyes,sir,"saidDobby,noddinghisheadvigorously,earsflapping.