Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Polyjuice Potion
Hislargehandtrembling,hepulledoffhisoldrobes,whichwerehangingafootabovehisankles,pulledonthespareones,andlacedupGoyle’sboatlikeshoes. Hereacheduptobrushhishairoutofhiseyesandmetonlytheshortgrowthofwirybristles,lowonhisforehead. ThenherealizedthathisglasseswerecloudinghiseyesbecauseGoyleobviouslydidn’tneedthem-hetookthemoffandcalled, "Areyoutwookay?"Goyle’slowraspofavoiceissuedfromhismouth.
"Yeah,"camethedeepgruntofCrabbefromhisright.
Harryunlockedhisdoorandsteppedinfrontofthecrackedmirror. Goylestaredbackathimoutofdull,deepseteyes. Harryscratchedhisear. SodidGoyle.
Ron’sdooropened. Theystaredateachother. Exceptthathelookedpaleandshocked,RonwasindistinguishablefromCrabbe,fromthepudding-bowlhaircuttothelong,gorillaarms.
"Thisisunbelievable,"saidRon,approachingthemirrorandproddingCrabbe’sflatnose. "Unbelievable."
"We’dbettergetgoing,"saidHarry,looseningthewatchthatwascuttingintoGoyle’sthickwrist. "We’vestillgottofindoutwheretheSlytherincommonroomis. Ionlyhopewecanfindsomeonetofollow..."
Ron,whohadbeengazingatHarry,said, "Youdon’tknowhowbizarreitistoseeGoylethinking." HebangedonHermione’sdoor. "C’mon,weneedtogo—"
Ahigh-pitchedvoiceansweredhim.
"I-Idon’tthinkI’mgoingtocomeafterall. Yougoonwithoutme."
