Гарри Поттер и Кубок огня

The Weighing of the Wands

           "Lovely,"saidRitaSkeeter,andinasecond,herscarlet-talonedfingershadHarry’supperarminasurprisinglystronggrip,andshewassteeringhimoutoftheroomagainandopeninganearbydoor.

           "Wedon’twanttobeintherewithallthatnoise,"shesaid."Let’ssee...ah,yes,thisisniceandcozy."

           Itwasabroomcupboard.Harrystaredather.

           "Comealong,dear-that’sright-lovely,"saidRitaSkeeteragain,perchingherselfprecariouslyuponanupturnedbucket,pushingHarrydownontoacardboardbox,andclosingthedoor,throwingthemintodarkness."Let’sseenow..."

           Sheunsnappedhercrocodile-skinhandbagandpulledoutahandfulofcandles,whichshelitwithawaveofherwandandmagickedintomidair,sothattheycouldseewhattheyweredoing.

           "Youwon’tmind,Harry,ifIuseaQuick-QuotesQuill?Itleavesmefreetotalktoyounormally..."

           "Awhat?"saidHarry.

           RitaSkeeter’ssmilewidened.Harrycountedthreegoldteeth.Shereachedagainintohercrocodilebaganddrewoutalongacid-greenquillandarollofparchment,whichshestretchedoutbetweenthemonacrateofMrs.Skower’sAll-PurposeMagicalMessRemover.Sheputthetipofthegreenquillintohermouth,suckeditforamomentwithapparentrelish,thenplacedituprightontheparchment,whereitstoodbalancedonitspoint,quiveringslightly.

           "Testing...mynameisRitaSkeeter,DailyProphetreporter."

           Harryhookeddownquicklyatthequill.

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