Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
At Flourish and Blotts
ItwasMr.Malfoy.HestoodwithhishandonDraco’sshoulder,sneeringinjustthesameway.
"Lucius,"saidMr.Weasley,noddingcoldly.
"BusytimeattheMinistry,Ihear,"saidMr.Malfoy."Allthoseraids...Ihopethey’repayingyouovertime?"
HereachedintoGinny’scauldronandextracted,fromamidtheglossyLockhartbooks,averyold,verybatteredcopyofABeginner’sGuidetoTransfiguration.
"Obviouslynot,"Mr.Malfoysaid."Dearme,what’stheuseofbeingadisgracetothenameofwizardiftheydon’tevenpayyouwellforit?"
Mr.WeasleyflusheddarkerthaneitherRonorGinny.
"Wehaveaverydifferentideaofwhatdisgracesthenameofwizard,Malfoy,"hesaid.
"Clearly,"saidMr.Malfoy,hispaleeyesstrayingtoMr.andMrs.Granger,whowerewatchingapprehensively. "Thecompanyyoukeep,Weasley...andIthoughtyourfamilycouldsinknolower."
TherewasathudofmetalasGinny’scauldronwentflying;Mr.WeasleyhadthrownhimselfatMr.Malfoy,knockinghimbackwardintoabookshelf. Dozensofheavyspellbookscamethunderingdownonalltheirheads; therewasayellof,"Gethim,Dad!"fromFredorGeorge; Mrs.Weasleywasshrieking,"No,Arthur,no!"; thecrowdstampededbackward,knockingmoreshelvesover; "Gentlemen,please-please!"criedtheassistant,andthen,louderthanall—
