Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Burrow
"Whatanight,"hemumbled,gropingfortheteapotastheyallsatdownaroundhim."Nineraids.Nine!AndoldMundungusFletchertriedtoputahexonmewhenIhadmybackturned..."
Mr.Weasleytookalonggulpofteaandsighed.
"Findanything,Dad?"saidFredeagerly.
"AllIgotwereafewshrinkingdoorkeysandabitingkettle,"yawnedMr.Weasley."Therewassomeprettynastystuffthatwasn’tmydepartment,though. Mortlakewastakenawayforquestioningaboutsomeextremelyoddferrets,butthat’stheCommitteeonExperimentalCharms,thankgoodness..."
"Whywouldanyonebothermakingdoorkeysshrink?"saidGeorge.
"JustMuggle-baiting,"sighedMr.Weasley."Sellthemakeythatkeepsshrinkingtonothingsotheycanneverfinditwhentheyneedit...Ofcourse,it’sveryhardtoconvictanyonebecausenoMugglewouldadmittheirkeykeepsshrinking-they’llinsisttheyjustkeeplosingit. Blessthem,they’llgotoanylengthstoignoremagic,evenifit’sstaringthemintheface...Butthethingsourlothavetakentoenchanting,youwouldn’tbelieve—"
"LIKECARS,FORINSTANCE?"
Mrs.Weasleyhadappeared,holdingalongpokerlikeasword.Mr.Weasley’seyesjerkedopen.Hestaredguiltilyathiswife.
"C-cars,Molly,dear?"
