Гарри Поттер и тайная комната

           "He’sDumbledore’s,"saidHarry,squeezingthroughhimself. 

           "Howcomeyou’vegotasword?"saidRon,gapingattheglitteringweaponinHarry’shand. 

           "I’llexplainwhenwegetoutofhere,"saidHarrywithasidewaysglanceatGinny,whowascryingharderthanever. 

           "But—" 

           "Later,"Harrysaidshortly. Hedidn’tthinkitwasagoodideatotellRonyetwho’dbeenopeningtheChamber,notinfrontofGinny,anyway. "Where’sLockhart?" 

           "Backthere,"saidRon,stilllookingpuzzledbutjerkinghisheadupthetunneltowardthepipe. "He’sinabadway.Comeandsee." 

           LedbyFawkes,whosewidescarletwingsemittedasoftgoldenglowinthedarkness,theywalkedallthewaybacktothemouthofthepipe.GilderoyLockhartwassittingthere,hummingplacidlytohimself. 

           "Hismemory’sgone,"saidRon."TheMemoryCharmbackfired.Hithiminsteadofus. Hasn’tgotacluewhoheis,orwhereheis,orwhoweare.Itoldhimtocomeandwaithere.He’sadangertohimself." 

           Lockhartpeeredgood-naturedlyupatthemall. 

           "Hello,"hesaid."Oddsortofplace,this,isn’tit?Doyoulivehere?" 

           "No,"saidRon,raisinghiseyebrowsatHarry. 

           Harrybentdownandlookedupthelong,darkpipe. 

           "Haveyouthoughthowwe’regoingtogetbackupthis?"hesaidtoRon. 

           Ronshookhishead,butFawkesthephoenixhadswoopedpastHarryandwasnowflutteringinfrontofhim,hisbeadyeyesbrightinthedark.Hewaswavinghislonggoldentailfeathers. Harrylookeduncertainlyathim. 

           "Helookslikehewantsyoutograbhold..."saidRon,lookingperplexed."Butyou’remuchtooheavyforabirdtopullupthere—"