Гарри Поттер и Кубок огня

Mad-eye Moody

           "Sotellme,ishismotherreallythatporky,orisitjustthepicture?"

           "Youknowyourmother,Malfoy?"saidHarry-bothheandHermionehadgrabbedthebackofRon’srobestostophimfromlaunchinghimselfatMalfoy-"thatexpressionshe’sgot,likeshe’sgotdungunderhernose?Hasshealwayslookedlikethat,orwasitjustbecauseyouwerewithher?"

           Malfoy’spalefacewentslightlypink.

           "Don’tyoudareinsultmymother,Potter."

           "Keepyourfatmouthshut,then,"saidHarry,turningaway.

           BANG!

           Severalpeoplescreamed-Harryfeltsomethingwhite-hotgrazethesideofhisface-heplungedhishandintohisrobesforhiswand,butbeforehe’deventouchedit,heheardasecondloudBANG,andaroarthatechoedthroughtheentrancehall.

           "OHNOYOUDON’T,LADDIE!"

           Harryspunaround.ProfessorMoodywaslimpingdownthemarblestaircase.Hiswandwasoutanditwaspointingrightatapurewhiteferret,whichwasshiveringonthestone-flaggedfloor,exactlywhereMalfoyhadbeenstanding.

           Therewasaterrifiedsilenceintheentrancehall.NobodybutMoodywasmovingamuscle.MoodyturnedtolookatHarry-atleast,hisnormaleyewaslookingatHarry;theotheronewaspointingintothebackofhishead.

           "Didhegetyou?"Moodygrowled.Hisvoicewaslowandgravelly.

           "No,"saidHarry,"missed."

           "LEAVEIT!"Moodyshouted.

           "Leave-what?"Harrysaid,bewildered.

           "Notyou-him!"Moodygrowled,jerkinghisthumboverhisshoulderatCrabbe,whohadjustfrozen,abouttopickupthewhiteferret.

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