Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

Professor Umbridge

           ’Alightsilvervapourshouldnowberisingfromyourpotion,’calledSnape,withtenminuteslefttogo.

           Harry,whowassweatingprofusely,lookeddesperatelyaroundthedungeon.Hisowncauldronwasissuingcopiousamountsofdarkgreysteam;Ron’swasspittinggreensparks.Seamuswasfeverishlyproddingtheflamesatthebaseofhiscauldronwiththetipofhiswand,astheyseemedtobegoingout.ThesurfaceofHermione’spotion,however,wasashimmeringmistofsilvervapour,andasSnapesweptbyhelookeddownhishookednoseatitwithoutcomment,whichmeanthecouldfindnothingtocriticise.

           AtHarry’scauldron,however,Snapestopped,andlookeddownatitwithahorriblesmirkonhisface.

           ’Potter,whatisthissupposedtobe?’

           TheSlytherinsatthefrontoftheclassalllookedupeagerly;theylovedhearingSnapetauntHarry.

           ’TheDraughtofPeace,’saidHarrytensely.

           ’Tellme,Potter,’saidSnapesoftly,’canyouread?’

           DracoMalfoylaughed.

           ’Yes,Ican,’saidHarry,hisfingersclenchedtightlyaroundhiswand.

           ’Readthethirdlineoftheinstructionsforme,Potter.

           Harrysquintedattheblackboard;itwasnoteasytomakeouttheinstructionsthroughthehazeofmulti-colouredsteamnowfillingthedungeon.

           ’"Addpowderedmoonstone,stirthreetimescounter-clockwise,allowtosimmerforsevenminutesthenaddtwodropsofsyrupofhellebore."

           Hisheartsank.

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