Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Polyjuice Potion
Ronblushed.Evenhishairwasturningred.Hisnosewasalsoslowlylengthening-theirhourwasup, Ronwasturningbackintohimself,andfromthelookofhorrorhewassuddenlygivingHarry,hemustbe,too.
Theybothjumpedtotheirfeet.
"Medicineformystomach,"Rongrunted,andwithoutfurtheradotheysprintedthelengthoftheSlytherincommonroom, hurledthemselvesatthestonewall,anddashedupthepassage,hopingagainsthopethatMalfoyhadn’tnoticedanything. HarrycouldfeelhisfeetslippingaroundinGoyle’shugeshoesandhadtohoistuphisrobesasheshrank;theycrashedupthestepsintothedarkentrancehall,whichwasfullofamuffledpoundingcomingfromtheclosetwherethey’dlockedCrabbeandGoyle. Leavingtheirshoesoutsidetheclosetdoor,theysprintedintheirsocksupthemarblestaircasetowardMoaningMyrtle’sbathroom.
"Well,itwasn’tacompletewasteoftime,"Ronpanted,closingthebathroomdoorbehindthem. "Iknowwestillhaven’tfoundoutwho’sdoingtheattacks, butI’mgoingtowritetoDadtomorrowandtellhimtocheckundertheMalfoys’drawingroom."
Harrycheckedhisfaceinthecrackedmirror. Hewasbacktonormal. HeputhisglassesonasRonhammeredonthedoorofHermione’sstall.
"Hermione,comeout,we’vegotloadstotellyou—"
"Goaway!"Hermionesqueaked.
HarryandRonlookedateachother.
"What’sthematter?"saidRon. "Youmustbebacktonormalbynow,weare."
ButMoaningMyrtleglidedsuddenlythroughthestalldoor.Harryhadneverseenherlookingsohappy.
"Ooooooh,waittillyousee,"shesaid. "It’sawful—"
