Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Dueling Club
Hecouldn’tseewhyRonandHermionewouldbeinthereagain,butaftermakingsurethatneitherFilchnoranyprefectswerearound,heopenedthedoorandheardtheirvoicescomingfromalockedstall.
"It’sme,"hesaid,closingthedoorbehindhim. Therewasaclunk,asplash,andagaspfromwithinthestallandhesawHermione’seyepeeringthroughthekeyhole.
`Harry!"shesaid."Yougaveussuchafright-comein.How’syourarm?"
"Fine,"saidHarry,squeezingintothestall. Anoldcauldronwasperchedonthetoilet,andacracklingfromundertherimtoldHarrytheyhadlitafirebeneathit.Conjuringupportable,waterprooffireswasaspecialityofHermione’s.
"We’d’vecometomeetyou,butwedecidedtogetstartedonthePolyjuicePotion,"RonexplainedasHarry,withdifficulty,lockedthestallagain."We’vedecidedthisisthesafestplacetohideit."
HarrystartedtotellthemaboutColin,butHermioneinterrupted.
"Wealreadyknow-weheardProfessorMcGonagalltellingProfessorFlitwickthismorning.That’swhywedecidedwe’dbettergetgoing—"
"ThesoonerwegetaconfessionoutofMalfoy,thebetter,"snarledRon."D’youknowwhatIthink?HewasinsuchafoultemperaftertheQuidditchmatch,hetookitoutonColin."
"There’ssomethingelse,"saidHarry,watchingHermionetearingbundlesofknotgrassandthrowingthemintothepotion."Dobbycametovisitmeinthemiddleofthenight."
RonandHermionelookedup,amazed.
