Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
Talons and Tea Leaves
"My—myuncleBiliussawoneand—andhediedtwenty-fourhourslater!"
"Coincidence,"saidHermioneairily,pouringherselfsomepumpkinjuice.
"Youdon’tknowwhatyou’retalkingabout!"saidRon,startingtogetangry."Grimsscarethelivingdaylightsoutofmostwizards!"
"Thereyouare,then,"saidHermioneinasuperiortone."TheyseetheGrimanddieoffright.TheGrim’snotanomen,it’sthecauseofdeath!AndHarry’sstillwithusbecausehe’snotstupidenoughtoseeoneandthink,right,well,I’dbetterkickthebucketthen!"
RonmouthedwordlesslyatHermione,whoopenedherbag,tookouthernewArithmancybook,andproppeditopenagainstthejuicejug.
"IthinkDivinationseemsverywoolly,"shesaid,searchingforherpage."Alotofguesswork,ifyouaskme."
"TherewasnothingwoollyabouttheGriminthatcup!"saidRonhotly.
"Youdidn’tseemquitesoconfidentwhenyouweretellingHarryitwasasheep,"saidHermionecoolly.
"ProfessorTrelawneysaidyoudidn’thavetherightaura!Youjustdon’tlikebeingbadatsomethingforachange!"
Hehadtouchedanerve.HermioneslammedherArithmancybookdownonthetablesohardthatbitsofmeatandcarrotfleweverywhere.
"IfbeinggoodatDivinationmeansIhavetopretendtoseedeathomensinalumpoftealeaves,I’mnotsureI’llbestudyingitmuchlonger!ThatlessonwasabsoluterubbishcomparedwithmyArithmancyclass!"
Shesnatchedupherbagandstalkedaway.
Ronfrownedafterher.
"What’sshetalkingabout?"hesaidtoHarry.
