Гарри Поттер и тайная комната

           "Andyou!"saidMrs.Weasley,butitwaswithaslightlysoftenedexpressionthatshestartedcuttingHarrybreadandbutteringitforhim. 

           Atthatmomenttherewasadiversionintheformofasmall,redheadedfigureinalongnightdress,whoappearedinthekitchen,gaveasmallsqueal,andranoutagain. 

           "Ginny,"saidRoninanundertonetoHarry."Mysister.She’sbeentalkingaboutyouallsummer." 

           "Yeah,she’llbewantingyourautograph,Harry,"Fredsaidwithagrin,buthecaughthismother’seyeandbenthisfaceoverhisplatewithoutanotherword. Nothingmorewassaiduntilallfourplateswereclean,whichtookasurprisinglyshorttime. 

           "Blimey,I’mtired,"yawnedFred,settingdownhisknifeandforkatlast."IthinkI’llgotobedand—" 

           "Youwillnot,"snappedMrs.Weasley."It’syourownfaultyou’vebeenupallnight.You’regoingtode-gnomethegardenforme;they’regettingcompletelyoutofhandagain—" 

           "Oh,Mum—" 

           "Andyoutwo,"shesaid,glaringatRonandFred."Youcangouptobed,dear,"sheaddedtoHarry."Youdidn’taskthemtoflythatwretchedcar—" 

           ButHarry,whofeltwideawake,saidquickly,"I’llhelpRon.I’veneverseenade-gnoming—"