Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Dueling Club
Thelongdiningtableshadvanishedandagoldenstagehadappearedalongonewall,litbythousandsofcandlesfloatingoverhead.Theceilingwasvelvetyblackoncemoreandmostoftheschooleemedtobepackedbeneathit,allcarryingtheirwandsandlookingexcited.
"Iwonderwho’llbeteachingus?"saidHermioneastheyedgedintothechatteringcrowd. "SomeonetoldmeFlitwickwasaduelingchampionwhenhewasyoung-maybeit’llbehim."
"Aslongasit’snot-"Harrybegan,butheendedonagroan:GilderoyLockhartwaswalkingontothestage,resplendentinrobesofdeepplumandaccompaniedbynoneotherthanSnape,wearinghisusualblack.
Lockhartwavedanarmforsilenceandcalled "Gatherround,gatherround!Caneveryoneseeme?Canyouallhearme?Excellent!
"Now,ProfessorDumbledorehasgrantedmepermissiontostartthislittleduelingclub,totrainyouallincaseyoueverneedtodefendyourselvesasImyselfhavedoneoncountlessoccasions-forfulldetails,seemypublishedworks.
"Letmeintroducemyassistant,ProfessorSnape,"saidLockhart,flashingawidesmile. "Hetellsmeheknowsatinylittlebitaboutduelinghimselfandhassportinglyagreedtohelpmewithashortdemonstrationbeforewebegin. Now,Idon’twantanyofyouyoungsterstoworry-you’llstillhaveyourPotionsmasterwhenI’mthroughwithhim,neverfear!"
"Wouldn’titbegoodiftheyfinishedeachotheroff?"RonmutteredinHarry’sear.
Snape’supperlipwascurling.
