Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
Dobby’s Warning
Dobbyshuffledhisfeet.
"HarryPottermustn’tbeangrywithDobby.Dobbydiditforthebest—"
"Haveyoubeenstoppingmyletters?"
"Dobbyhasthemhere,sir,"saidtheelf.SteppingnimblyoutofHarry’sreach,hepulledathickwadofenvelopesfromtheinsideofthepillowcasehewaswearing. HarrycouldmakeoutHermione’sneatwriting,Ron’suntidyscrawl,andevenascribblethatlookedasthoughitwasfromtheHogwartsgamekeeper,Hagrid.
DobbyblinkedanxiouslyupatHarry.
"HarryPottermustn’tbeangry...Dobbyhoped...ifHarryPotterthoughthisfriendshadforgottenhim...HarryPottermightnotwanttogobacktoschool,sir..."
Harrywasn’tlistening.Hemadeagrabfortheletters,butDobbyjumpedoutofreach.
"HarryPotterwillhavethem,sir,ifhegivesDobbyhiswordthathewillnotreturntoHogwarts.Ah,sir,thisisadangeryoumustnotface!Sayyouwon’tgoback,sir!"
"No,"saidHarryangrily."Givememyfriends’letters!"
"ThenHarryPotterleavesDobbynochoice,"saidtheelfsadly.
BeforeHarrycouldmove,Dobbyhaddartedtothebedroomdoor,pulleditopen,andsprinteddownthestairs.
