Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Boggart in the Wardrobe
"Professor,"drawledMalfoy,"Weasley’smutilatingmyroots,sir."
Snapeapproachedtheirtable,stareddownhishookednoseattheroots,thengaveRonanunpleasantsmilefrombeneathhislong,greasyblackhair.
"ChangerootswithMalfoy,Weasley."
"But,sir—!"
Ronhadspentthelastquarterofanhourcarefullyshreddinghisownrootsintoexactlyequalpieces.
"Now,"saidSnapeinhismostdangerousvoice.
RonshovedhisownbeautifullycutrootsacrossthetableatMalfoy,thentookuptheknifeagain.
"And,sir,I’llneedthisshrivelfigskinned,"saidMalfoy,hisvoicefullofmaliciouslaughter.
"Potter,youcanskinMalfoy’sshrivelfig,"saidSnape,givingHarrythelookofloathinghealwaysreservedjustforhim.
HarrytookMalfoy’sshrivelfigasRonbegantryingtorepairthedamagetotherootshenowhadtouse.HarryskinnedtheshrivelfigasfastashecouldandflungitbackacrossthetableatMalfoywithoutspeaking.Malfoywassmirkingmorebroadlythanever.
"SeenyourpalHagridlately?"heaskedthemquietly.
"Noneofyourbusiness,"saidRonjerkily,withoutlookingup.
"I’mafraidhewon’tbeateachermuchlonger,"saidMalfoyinatoneofmocksorrow."Father’snotveryhappyaboutmyinjury—"
"Keeptalking,Malfoy,andI’llgiveyouarealinjury,"snarledRon.
"—he’scomplainedtotheschoolgovernors.AndtotheMinistryofMagic.Father’sgotalotofinfluence,youknow.
