Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Very Secret Diary
Peeveswasn’thelpingmatters;hekeptpoppingupinthecrowdedcorridorssinging "Oh,Potter,yourotter..."nowwithadanceroutinetomatch.
GilderoyLockhartseemedtothinkhehimselfhadmadetheattacksstop. HarryoverheardhimtellingProfessorMcGonagallsowhiletheGryffindorswereliningupforTransfiguration. "Idon’tthinkthere’llbeanymoretrouble,Minerva,"hesaid,tappinghisnoseknowinglyandwinking. "IthinktheChamberhasbeenlockedforgoodthistime. TheculpritmusthaveknownitwasonlyamatteroftimebeforeIcaughthim. Rathersensibletostopnow,beforeIcamedownhardonhim.
"Youknow,whattheschoolneedsnowisamorale-booster. Washawaythememoriesoflastterm!Iwon’tsayanymorejustnow,butIthinkIknowjustthething..."
Hetappedhisnoseagainandstrodeoff.
Lockhart’sideaofamorale-boosterbecameclearatbreakfasttimeonFebruaryfourteenth. Harryhadn’thadmuchsleepbecauseofalate-runningQuidditchpracticethenightbefore,andhehurrieddowntotheGreatHall,slightlylate. Hethought,foramoment,thathe’dwalkedthroughthewrongdoors.
Thewallswereallcoveredwithlarge,luridpinkflowers.Worsestill,heart-shapedconfettiwasfallingfromthepaleblueceiling. HarrywentovertotheGryffindortable,whereRonwassittinglookingsickened,andHermioneseemedtohavebeenovercomewithgiggles.
"What’sgoingon?"Harryaskedthem,sittingdownandwipingconfettioffhisbacon.
Ronpointedtotheteachers’table,apparentlytoodisgustedtospeak.
