Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

           ’Youhavebeendevelopingsomemethodofresistance?AweaponyoucoulduseagainsttheMinistry?OnProfessorDumbledore’sorders,ofcourse?’

           ’Y—y—yes,’gaspedHermione,’buthehadtoleavebeforeitwasfinishedandn—n—nowwe’vefinisheditforhim,andwec—c—can’tfindhimt—t—totellhim!’

           ’Whatkindofweaponisit?’saidUmbridgeharshly,herstubbyhandsstilltightonHermione’sshoulders.

           ’Wedon’tr—r—reallyunderstandit,’saidHermione,sniffingloudly.’Wej—j—justdidwhatP—P—ProfessorDumbledoretoldust—t—todo.’

           Umbridgestraightenedup,lookingexultant.

           ’Leadmetotheweapon,’shesaid.

           ’I’mnotshowing...them,’saidHermioneshrilly,lookingaroundattheSlytherinsthroughherfingers.

           ’Itisnotforyoutosetconditions,’saidProfessorUmbridgeharshly.

           ’Fine,’saidHermione,nowsobbingintoherhandsagain.’Fine...letthemseeit,Ihopetheyuseitonyou!Infact,Iwishyou’dinviteloadsandloadsofpeopletocomeandsee!Th—thatwouldserveyouright—oh,I’dloveitifthewh—wholeschoolknewwhereitwas,andhowtou—useit,andthenifyouannoyanyofthemthey’ll,beabletos—sortyouout!’

           ThesewordshadapowerfulimpactonUmbridge:sheglancedswiftlyandsuspiciouslyaroundatherInquisitorialSquad,herbulgingeyesrestingforamomentonMalfoy,whowastooslowtodisguisethelookofeagernessandgreedthathadappearedonhisface