Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Whomping Willow
"Silence!"snappedSnapeagain. "Mostunfortunately,youarenotinmyHouseandthedecisiontoexpelyoudoesnotrestwithme. Ishallgoandfetchthepeoplewhodohavethathappypower.Youwillwaithere."
HarryandRonstaredateachother,white-faced.Harrydidn’tfeelhungryanymore. Henowfeltextremelysick.Hetriednottolookatalarge,slimysomethingsuspendedingreenliquidonashelfbehindSnape’sdesk. IfSnapehadgonetofetchProfessorMcGonagall,headofGryffindorHouse,theywerehardlyanybetteroff. ShemightbefairerthanSnape,butshewasstillextremelystrict.
Tenminuteslater,Snapereturned,andsureenoughitwasProfessorMcGonagallwhoaccompaniedhim. HarryhadseenProfessorMcGonagallangryonseveraloccasions,buteitherhehadforgottenjusthowthinhermouthcouldgo,orhehadneverseenherthisangrybefore. Sheraisedherwandthemomentsheentered;HarryandRonbothflinched,butshemerelypointeditattheemptyfireplace,whereflamessuddenlyerupted.
"Sit,"shesaid, andtheybothbackedintochairsbythefire.
"Explain,"shesaid,herglassesglintingominously.
Ronlaunchedintothestory,startingwiththebarrieratthestationrefusingtoletthemthrough.
"-sowehadnochoice,Professor,wecouldn’tgetonthetrain."
"Whydidn’tyousendusaletterbyowl?Ibelieveyouhaveanowl?"ProfessorMcGonagallsaidcoldlytoHarry.
Harrygapedather.Nowshesaidit,thatseemedtheobviousthingtohavedone.
