Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Polyjuice Potion
"IsupposeDumbledore’stryingtohushitallup.He’llbesackedifitdoesn’tstopsoon. Father’salwayssaidoldDumbledore’stheworstthingthat’severhappenedtothisplace. HelovesMuggle-borns. Adecentheadmasterwouldnever’veletslimelikethatCreeveyin."
MalfoystartedtakingpictureswithanimaginarycameraanddidacruelbutaccurateimpressionofColin: "`Potter,canIhaveyourpicture,Potter? CanIhaveyourautograph? CanIlickyourshoes,please,Potter?"
HedroppedhishandsandlookedatHarryandRon.
"What’sthematterwithyoutwo?"
Fartoolate,HarryandRonforcedthemselvestolaugh,butMalfoyseemedsatisfied;perhapsCrabbeandGoylewerealwaysslowontheuptake.
"SaintPotter,theMudbloods’friend,"saidMalfoyslowly. "He’sanotheronewithnoproperwizardfeeling,orhewouldn’tgoaroundwiththatjumpedupGrangerMudblood. Andpeoplethinkhe’sSlytherin’sheir!"
HarryandRonwaitedwithbatedbreath: Malfoywassurelysecondsawayfromtellingthemitwashim-butthen "IwishIknewwhoitis,"saidMalfoypetulantly."Icouldhelpthem."
Ron’sjawdroppedsothatCrabbelookedevenmorecluelessthanusual. Fortunately,Malfoydidn’tnotice,andHarry,thinkingfast,said, "Youmusthavesomeideawho’sbehinditall..."
"YouknowIhaven’t,Goyle,howmanytimesdoIhavetotellyou?"snappedMalfoy.
