Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Very Secret Diary
Myrtlepuffedherselfupandshrieked, "Let’sallthrowbooksatMyrtle,becauseshecan’tfeelit! Tenpointsifyoucangetitthroughherstomach! Fiftypointsifitgoesthroughherhead!Well,ha,ha,ha!Whatalovelygame,Idon’tthink!"
"Whothrewitatyou,anyway?"askedHarry.
"Idon’tknow...IwasjustsittingintheU-bend,thinkingaboutdeath,anditfellrightthroughthetopofmyhead,"saidMyrtle,glaringatthem. "It’soverthere,itgotwashedout..."
HarryandRonlookedunderthesinkwhereMyrtlewaspointing.Asmall,thinbooklaythere. Ithadashabbyblackcoverandwasaswetaseverythingelseinthebathroom. Harrysteppedforwardtopickitup,butRonsuddenlyflungoutanarmtoholdhimback.
"What?"saidHarry.
"Areyoucrazy?"saidRon."Itcouldbedangerous."
"Dangerous?"saidHarry,laughing."Comeoffit,howcoulditbedangerous?"
"You’dbesurprised,"saidRon,whowaslookingapprehensivelyatthebook. "SomeofthebookstheMinistry’sconfiscatedDad’stoldme-therewasonethatburnedyoureyesout. AndeveryonewhoreadSonnetsofaSorcererspokeinlimericksfortherestoftheirlives. AndsomeoldwitchinBathhadabookthatyoucouldneverstopreading! Youjusthadtowanderaroundwithyournoseinit,tryingtodoeverythingone-handed.And—"
"Allright,I’vegotthepoint,"saidHarry.
Thelittlebooklayonthefloor,nondescriptandsoggy.
"Well,wewon’tfindoutunlesswelookatit,"hesaid,andheduckedaroundRonandpickeditupoffthefloor.
