Гарри Поттер и тайная комната

           HecouldhearDobby’ssquealsofpainrecedingaroundthecorner. Quickly,wonderingifthisplancouldpossiblywork,Harrytookoffoneofhisshoes,pulledoffhisslimy,filthysock,andstuffedthediaryintoit.Thenherandownthedarkcorridor. 

           Hecaughtupwiththematthetopofthestairs. 

           "Mr.Malfoy,"hegasped,skiddingtoahalt,"I’vegotsomethingforyou—" 

           AndheforcedthesmellysockintoLuciusMalfoy’shand. 

           "Whatthe-?" 

           Mr.Malfoyrippedthesockoffthediary,threwitaside,thenlookedfuriouslyfromtheruinedbooktoHarry. "You’llmeetthesamestickyendasyourparentsoneofthesedays,HarryPotter,"hesaidsoftly."Theyweremeddlesomefools,too." 

           Heturnedtogo. 

           "Come,Dobby.Isaid,come." 

           ButDobbydidn’tmove. HewasholdingupHarry’sdisgusting,slimysock,andlookingatitasthoughitwereapricelesstreasure. 

           "Masterhasgivenasock,"saidtheelfinwonderment. "MastergaveittoDobby." 

           "What’sthat?"spatMr.Malfoy."Whatdidyousay?" 

           "Gotasock,"saidDobbyindisbelief."Masterthrewit,andDobbycaughtit,andDobby-Dobbyisfree." 

           LuciusMalfoystoodfrozen,staringattheelfThenhelungedatHarry. 

           "You’velostmemyservant,boy!" 

           ButDobbyshouted, "YoushallnotharmHarryPotter!" 

           Therewasaloudbang,andMr.Malfoywasthrownbackward. Hecrasheddownthestairs,threeatatime,landinginacrumpledheaponthelandingbelow. Hegotup,hisfacelivid,andpulledouthiswand,butDobbyraisedalong,threateningfinger. 

           "Youshallgonow,"hesaidfiercely,pointingdownatMr.Malfoy. "YoushallnottouchHarryPotter. Youshallgonow."