Гарри Поттер и Кубок огня

The Egg and the Eye

           Highlyenjoyablethoughitwastoswiminhotandfoamywaterwithcloudsofdifferent-coloredsteamwaftingallaroundhim,nostrokeofbrilliancecametohim,nosuddenburstofunderstanding.

           Harrystretchedouthisarms,liftedtheegginhiswethands,andopenedit.Thewailing,screechingsoundfilledthebathroom,echoingandreverberatingoffthemarblewalls,butitsoundedjustasincomprehensibleasever,ifnotmoresowithalltheechoes.Hesnappeditshutagain,worriedthatthesoundwouldattractFilch,wonderingwhetherthathadn’tbeenCedric’splan-andthen,makinghimjumpsobadlythathedroppedtheegg,whichclatteredawayacrossthebathroomfloor,someonespoke.

           "I’dtryputtingitinthewater,ifIwereyou."

           Harryhadswallowedaconsiderableamountofbubblesinshock.Hestoodup,sputtering,andsawtheghostofaveryglum-lookinggirlsittingcross-leggedontopofoneofthetaps.ItwasMoaningMyrtle,whowasusuallytobeheardsobbingintheS-bendofatoiletthreefloorsbelow.

           "Myrtle!"Harrysaidinoutrage,"I’m-I’mnotwearinganything!"

           Thefoamwassodensethatthishardlymattered,buthehadanastyfeelingthatMyrtlehadbeenspyingonhimfromoutofoneofthetapseversincehehadarrived.

           "Iclosedmyeyeswhenyougotin,"shesaid,blinkingathimthroughherthickspectacles."Youhaven’tbeentoseemeforages."

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