Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
Gilderoy Lockhart
Insteadofroots,asmall,muddy,andextremelyuglybabypoppedoutoftheearth. Theleavesweregrowingrightoutofhishead.Hehadpalegreen,mottledskin,andwasclearlybawlingatthetopofhislungs.
ProfessorSprouttookalargeplantpotfromunderthetableandplungedtheMandrakeintoit,buryinghimindark,dampcompostuntilonlythetuftedleaveswerevisible. ProfessorSproutdustedoffherhands,gavethemallthethumbs-up,andremovedherownearmuffs.
"AsourMandrakesareonlyseedlings,theircrieswon’tkillyet,"shesaidcalmlyasthoughshe’djustdonenothingmoreexcitingthanwaterabegonia. "However,theywillknockyououtforseveralhours,andasI’msurenoneofyouwanttomissyourfirstdayback,makesureyourearmuffsaresecurelyinplacewhileyouwork. Iwillattractyourattentionwhenitistimetopackup.
"Fourtoatray-thereisalargesupplyofpotshere-compostinthesacksoverthere-andbecarefuloftheVenemousTentacula,it’steething."
Shegaveasharpslaptoaspiky,darkredplantasshespoke,makingitdrawinthelongfeelersthathadbeeninchingsneakilyoverhershoulder.
Harry,Ron,andHermionewerejoinedattheirtraybyacurly-hairedHufflepuffboyHarryknewbysightbuthadneverspokento.
"JustinFinch-Fletchley,"hesaidbrightly,shakingHarrybythehand."Knowwhoyouare,ofcourse,thefamousHarryPotter... Andyou’reHermioneGranger-alwaystopineverything"(Hermionebeamedasshehadherhandshakentoo)"-andRonWeasley.Wasn’tthatyourflyingcar?"
Rondidn’tsmile.TheHowlerwasobviouslystillonhismind.
