Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
At Flourish and Blotts
ThecrowdseemedtobemadeupmostlyofwitchesaroundMrs.Weasley’sage.Aharassed-lookingwizardstoodatthedoor,saying, "Calmly,please,ladies...Don’tpush,there...mindthebooks,now..."
Harry,Ron,andHermionesqueezedinside.Alonglinewoundrighttothebackoftheshop,whereGilderoyLockhartwassigninghisbooks. TheyeachgrabbedacopyofTheStandardBookofSpells,Grade2andsneakedupthelinetowheretherestoftheWeasleyswerestandingwithMr.andMrs.Granger.
"Oh,thereyouare,good,"saidMrs.Weasley.Shesoundedbreathlessandkeptpattingherhair."We’llbeabletoseehiminaminute..."
GilderoyLockhartcameslowlyintoview,seatedatatablesurroundedbylargepicturesofhisownface,allwinkingandflashingdazzlinglywhiteteethatthecrowd. TherealLockhartwaswearingrobesofforget-me-notbluethatexactlymatchedhiseyes;hispointedwizard’shatwassetatajauntyangleonhiswavyhair.
Ashort,irritable-lookingmanwasdancingaroundtakingphotographswithalargeblackcamerathatemittedpuffsofpurplesmokewitheveryblindingflash.
"Outoftheway,there,"hesnarledatRon,movingbacktogetabettershot."ThisisfortheDailyProphet—"
"Bigdeal,"saidRon,rubbinghisfootwherethephotographerhadsteppedonit.
GilderoyLockhartheardhim.Helookedup.HesawRon-andthenhesawHarry.Hestared. Thenheleapttohisfeetandpositivelyshouted,"Itcan’tbeHarryPotter?"
