Гарри Поттер и Кубок огня

The Yule Ball

           "OhIsupposenot,"shesighed,andshesatdowntowatchtheirchessmatch,whichculminatedinanexcitingcheckmateofRon’s,involvingacoupleofrecklesslybravepawnsandaveryviolentbishop.

           HarryawokeverysuddenlyonChristmasDay.Wonderingwhathadcausedhisabruptreturntoconsciousness,heopenedhiseyes,andsawsomethingwithverylarge,round,greeneyesstaringbackathiminthedarkness,soclosetheywerealmostnosetonose.

           "Dobby!"Harryyelled,scramblingawayfromtheelfsofasthealmostfelloutofbed."Don’tdothat!"

           "Dobbyissorry,sir!"squeakedDobbyanxiously,jumpingbackwardwithhislongfingersoverhismouth."DobbyisonlywantingtowishHarryPotter’MerryChristmas’andbringhimapresent,Sir!HarryPotterdidsayDobbycouldcomeandseehimsometimes,sir!"

           It’sokay,"saidHarry,stillbreathingratherfasterthanusual,whilehisheartratereturnedtonormal."Just-justprodmeorsomethinginfuture,allright,don’tbendovermelikethat...."

           Harrypulledbackthecurtainsaroundhisfour-poster,tookhisglassesfromhisbedsidetable,andputthemon.HisyellhadawokenRon,Seamus,Dean,andNeville.Allofthemwerepeeringthroughthegapsintheirownhangings,heavy-eyedandtousle-haired.

           "Someoneattackingyou,Harry?"Seamusaskedsleepily.

           "No,it’sjustDobby,"Harrymuttered."Gobacktosleep."

           "Nah...presents!"saidSeamus,spottingthelargepileatthefootofhisbed.

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