Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Rogue Bludger
Heslumpedbackintobed,hiseyesonthedarkdoorwaytothehospitalwingasthefootstepsdrewnearer.
Nextmoment,Dumbledorewasbackingintothedormitory,wearingalongwoollydressinggownandanightcap. Hewascarryingoneendofwhatlookedlikeastatue.ProfessorMcGonagallappearedasecondlater,carryingitsfeet.Together,theyheaveditontoabed.
"GetMadamPomfrey,"whisperedDumbledore, andProfessorMcGonagallhurriedpasttheendofHarry’sbedoutofsight.Harrylayquitestill,pretendingtobeasleep. Heheardurgentvoices,andthenProfessorMcGonagallsweptbackintoview,closelyfollowedbyMadamPomfrey,whowaspullingacardiganonoverhernightdress.Heheardasharpintakeofbreath.
"Whathappened?"MadamPomfreywhisperedtoDumbledore,bendingoverthestatueonthebed.
"Anotherattack,"saidDumbledore."Minervafoundhimonthestairs."
"Therewasabunchofgrapesnexttohim,"saidProfessorMcGonagall."WethinkhewastryingtosneakupheretovisitPotter."
Harry’sstomachgaveahorriblelurch.Slowlyandcarefully,heraisedhimselfafewinchessohecouldlookatthestatueonthebed.Arayofmoonlightlayacrossitsstaringface.
ItwasColinCreevey.Hiseyeswerewideandhishandswerestuckupinfrontofhim,holdinghiscamera.
"Petrified?"whisperedMadamPomfrey.
"Yes,"saidProfessorMcGonagall."ButIshuddertothink...IfAlbushadn’tbeenonthewaydownstairsforhotchocolate-whoknowswhatmighthave—"
ThethreeofthemstareddownatColin.
