Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           CrabbeandGoylesniggered.

           "IreallywishIcouldhearthatgreathairymorontryingtodefendhimself...’There’sno’armin’im,’onest—’...ThatHippogriff’sasgoodasdead—"

           MalfoysuddenlycaughtsightofRon.Hispalefacesplitinamalevolentgrin.

           "Whatareyoudoing,Weasley?"

           MalfoylookedupatthecrumblinghousebehindRon.

           "Supposeyou’dlovetolivehere,wouldn’tyou,Weasley?Dreamingabouthavingyourownbedroom?Iheardyourfamilyallsleepinoneroom—isthattrue?"

           HarryseizedthebackofRon’srobestostophimfromleapingonMalfoy.

           "Leavehimtome,"hehissedinRon’sear.

           Theopportunitywastooperfecttomiss.HarrycreptsilentlyaroundbehindMalfoy,Crabbe,andGoyle,bentdown,andscoopedalargehandfulofmudoutofthepath.

           "WewerejustdiscussingyourfriendHagrid,"MalfoysaidtoRon."Justtryingtoimaginewhathe’ssayingtotheCommitteefortheDisposalofDangerousCreatures.D’youthinkhe’llcrywhentheycutoffhisHippogriff’s—"

           SPLAT!

           Malfoy’sheadjerkedforwardasthemudhithim;hissilverblondhairwassuddenlydrippinginmuck.

           "Whatthe—?"

           Ronhadtoholdontothefencetokeephimselfstanding,hewaslaughingsohard.Malfoy,Crabbe,andGoylespunstupidlyonthespot,staringwildlyaround,Malfoytryingtowipehishairclean.

           "Whatwasthat?Whodidthat?"

           "Veryhaunteduphere,isn’tit?"saidRon,withtheairofonecommentingontheweather.

           CrabbeandGoylewerelookingscared.Theirbulgingmuscleswerenouseagainstghosts.