Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
Gilderoy Lockhart
Therewasamurmurofinterest.Theyhadonlyeverworkedingreenhouseonebefore-greenhousethreehousedfarmoreinterestinganddangerousplants. ProfessorSprouttookalargekeyfromherbeltandunlockedthedoor. Harrycaughtawhiffofdampearthandfertilizerminglingwiththeheavyperfumeofsomegiant,umbrella-sizedflowersdanglingfromtheceiling. HewasabouttofollowRonandHermioneinsidewhenLockhart’shandshotout.
"Harry!I’vebeenwantingaword-youdon’tmindifhe’sacoupleofminuteslate,doyou,ProfessorSprout?"
JudgingbyProfessorSprout’sscowl,shedidmind, butLockhartsaid,"That’stheticket,"andclosedthegreenhousedoorinherface.
"Harry,"saidLockhart,hislargewhiteteethgleaminginthesunlightasheshookhishead."Harry,Harry,Harry."
Completelynonplussed,Harrysaidnothing.
"WhenIheard-well,ofcourse,itwasallmyfault.Couldhavekickedmyself."
Harryhadnoideawhathewastalkingabout.HewasabouttosaysowhenLockhartwenton, "Don’tknowwhenI’vebeenmoreshocked.FlyingacartoHogwarts!Well,ofcourse,Iknewatoncewhyyou’ddoneit.Stoodoutamile.Harry,Harry,Harry."
Itwasremarkablehowhecouldshoweveryoneofthosebrilliantteethevenwhenhewasn’ttalking.
"Gaveyouatasteforpublicity,didn’tI?"saidLockhart."Gaveyouthebug.Yougotontothefrontpageofthepaperwithmeandyoucouldn’twaittodoitagain."
