Гарри Поттер и тайная комната

           "Lookatitfrommypointofview,"saidFudge,fidgetingwithhisbowler. "I’munderalotofpressure. Gottobeseentobedoingsomething.Ifitturnsoutitwasn’tHagrid,he’llbebackandnomoresaid. ButI’vegottotakehim.Gotto.Wouldn’tbedoingmyduty—" 

           "Takeme?"saidHagrid,whowastrembling."Takemewhere?" 

           "Forashortstretchonly,"saidFudge,notmeetingHagrid’seyes. "Notapunishment,Hagrid,moreaprecaution.Ifsomeoneelseiscaught,you’llbeletoutwithafullapology—" 

           "NotAzkaban?"croakedHagrid. 

           BeforeFudgecouldanswer,therewasanotherloudraponthedoor. 

           Dumbledoreansweredit.ItwasHarry’sturnforanelbowintheribs;he’dletoutanaudiblegasp. 

           Mr.LuciusMalfoystrodeintoHagrid’shut,swathedinalongblacktravelingcloak,smilingacoldandsatisfiedsmile. Fangstartedtogrowl. 

           "Alreadyhere,Fudge,"hesaidapprovingly."Good,good..." 

           "What’reyoudoin’here?"saidHagridfuriously."Getouttamyhouse!" 

           "Mydearman,pleasebelieveme,Ihavenopleasureatallinbeinginsideyour-er-d’youcallthisahouse?" saidLuciusMalfoy,sneeringashelookedaroundthesmallcabin. "Isimplycalledattheschoolandwastoldthattheheadmasterwashere." 

           "Andwhatexactlydidyouwantwithme,Lucius?"saidDumbledore. Hespokepolitely,butthefirewasstillblazinginhisblueeyes. 

           "Dreadfulthing,Dumbledore,"saidMalfoylazily,takingoutalongrollofparchment, "butthegovernorsfeelit’stimeforyoutostepaside.