Гарри Поттер и тайная комната

           "It’snotmuch,"saidRon. 

           "It’swonderful,"saidHarryhappily,thinkingofPrivetDrive. 

           Theygotoutofthecar. 

           "Now,we’llgoupstairsreallyquietly,"saidFred,"andwaitforMumtocallusforbreakfast. Then,Ron,youcomeboundingdownstairsgoing,Mum,lookwhoturnedupinthenight!’andshe’llbeallpleasedtoseeHarryandnooneneedeverknowweflewthecar." 

           "Right,"saidRon."Comeon,Harry,Isleepatthe-atthetop—" 

           Ronhadgoneanastygreenishcolor,hiseyesfixedonthehouse.Theotherthreewheeledaround. 

           Mrs.Weasleywasmarchingacrosstheyard,scatteringchickens,andforashort,plump,kind-facedwoman,itwasremarkablehowmuchshelookedlikeasaber-toothedtiger. 

           "Ah,"saidFred. 

           "Oh,dear,"saidGeorge. 

           Mrs.Weasleycametoahaltinfrontofthem,herhandsonherhips,staringfromoneguiltyfacetothenext.Shewaswearingafloweredapronwithawandstickingoutofthepocket. 

           "So,"shesaid. 

           "Morning,Mum,"saidGeorge,inwhatheclearlythoughtwasajaunty,winningvoice.