Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Dueling Club
"WhenIcounttothree,castyourcharmstodisarmyouropponents-onlytodisarmthem-wedon’twantanyaccidents-one...two...three—"
Harryswunghiswandhigh,butMalfoyhadalreadystartedon"two":HisspellhitHarrysohardhefeltasthoughhe’dbeenhitovertheheadwithasaucepan. Hestumbled,buteverythingstillseemedtobeworking,andwastingnomoretime,HarrypointedhiswandstraightatMalfoyandshouted, "Rictusempra!"
AjetofsilverlighthitMalfoyinthestomachandhedoubledup,wheezing.
"Isaiddisarmonly!"Lockhartshoutedinalarmovertheheadsofthebattlingcrowd,asMalfoysanktohisknees; HarryhadhithimwithaTicklingCharm,andhecouldbarelymoveforlaughing.Harryhungback,withavaguefeelingitwouldbeunsportingtobewitchMalfoywhilehewasonthefloor,butthiswasamistake;gaspingforbreath,MalfoypointedhiswandatHarry’sknees,choked, "Tarantallegra!"andthenextsecondHarry’slegsbegantojerkaroundoutofhiscontrolinakindofquickstep.
"Stop!Stop!"screamedLockhart, butSnapetookcharge. "FiniteIncantatem!"heshouted; Harry’sfeetstoppeddancing,Malfoystoppedlaughing,andtheywereabletolookup.
Ahazeofgreenishsmokewashoveringoverthescene.
