Гарри Поттер и Кубок огня

The Riddle House

           SomethingaboutthatvoicemadethesparsehairsonthebackofFrank’sneckstandup."Movemeclosertothefire,Wormtail."

           Frankturnedhisrighteartowardthedoor,thebettertohear.Therecametheclinkofabottlebeingputdownuponsomehardsurface,andthenthedullscrapingnoiseofaheavychairbeingdraggedacrossthefloor.Frankcaughtaglimpseofasmallman,hisbacktothedoor,pushingthechairintoplace.Hewaswearingalongblackcloak,andtherewasabaldpatchatthebackofhishead.Thenhewentoutofsightagain.

           "WhereisNagini?"saidthecoldvoice.

           "I-Idon’tknow,MyLord,"saidthefirstvoicenervously."Shesetouttoexplorethehouse,Ithink..."

           "Youwillmilkherbeforeweretire,Wormtail,"saidthesecondvoice."Iwillneedfeedinginthenight.Thejourneyhastiredmegreatly."

           Browfurrowed,Frankinclinedhisgoodearstillclosertothedoor,listeningveryhard.Therewasapause,andthenthemancalledWormtailspokeagain.

           "MyLord,mayIaskhowlongwearegoingtostayhere?"

           "Aweek,"saidthecoldvoice."Perhapslonger.Theplaceismoderatelycomfortable,andtheplancannotproceedyet.ItwouldbefoolishtoactbeforetheQuidditchWorldCupisover."

           Frankinsertedagnarledfingerintohisearandrotatedit.Owing,nodoubt,toabuildupofearwax,hehadheardtheword"Quidditch,"whichwasnotawordatall.

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