Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
Dobby’s Reward
"Goodevening,Lucius,"saidDumbledorepleasantly.
Mr.MalfoyalmostknockedHarryoverashesweptintotheroom. Dobbywentscurryinginafterhim,crouchingatthehemofhiscloak,alookofabjectterroronhisface.
TheelfwascarryingastainedragwithwhichhewasattemptingtofinishcleaningMr.Malfoysshoes.ApparentlyMr.Malfoyhadsetoutinagreathurry,fornotonlywerehisshoeshalf-polished,buthisusuallysleekhairwasdisheveled.Ignoringtheelfbobbingapologeticallyaroundhisankles,hefixedhiscoldeyesuponDumbledore.
"So!"hesaid"You’vecomeback.Thegovernorssuspendedyou,butyoustillsawfittoreturntoHogwarts."
"Well,yousee,Lucius,"saidDumbledore,smilingserenely,"theotherelevengovernorscontactedmetoday.Itwassomethinglikebeingcaughtinahailstormofowls,totellthetruth. They’dheardthatArthurWeasleysdaughterhadbeenkilledandwantedmebackhereatonce.TheyseemedtothinkIwasthebestmanforthejobafterall. Verystrangetalestheytoldme,too...Severalofthemseemedtothinkthatyouhadthreatenedtocursetheirfamiliesiftheydidn’tagreetosuspendmeinthefirstplace."
Mr.Malfoywentevenpalerthanusual,buthiseyeswerestillslitsoffury.
"So-haveyoustoppedtheattacksyet?"hesneered."Haveyoucaughttheculprit?"
"Wehave,"saidDumbledore,withasmile.
"Well?"saidMr.Malfoysharply."Whoisit?"
"Thesamepersonaslasttime,Lucius,"saidDumbledore. "Butthistime,LordVoldemortwasactingthroughsomebodyelse.Bymeansofthisdiary."
