Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
An Excess of Phlegm
"Butit’sbarelynine,there’sstillplentyoftime..."
"IknowImessedupAncientRunes,"mutteredHermionefeverishly,"Idefinitelymadeatleastoneseriousmistranslation.AndtheDefenseAgainsttheDarkArtspracticalwasnogoodatall.IthoughtTransfigurationwentallrightatthetime,butlookingback—"
"Hermione,willyoushutup,you’renottheonlyonewho’snervous!"barkedRon."Andwhenyou’vegotyoureleven’OutstandingO.W.L.s...’"
"Don’t,don’t,don’t!"saidHermione,flappingherhandshysterically."IknowI’vefailedeverything!"
"Whathappensifwefail?"Harryaskedtheroomatlarge,butitwasagainHermionewhoanswered.
"WediscussouroptionswithourHeadofHouse,IaskedProfessorMcGonagallattheendoflastterm."
Harry’sstomachsquirmed.Hewishedhehadeatenlessbreakfast.
"AtBeauxbatons,"saidFleurcomplacently,"we’adadifferentwayofdoingthings.Ithinkeetwasbetter.Wesatourexaminationsaftersixyearsofstudy,notfive,andthen..."
Fleur’swordsweredrownedinascream.Hermionewaspointingthroughthekitchenwindow.Threeblackspeckswereclearlyvisibleinthesky,growinglargerallthetime.
"They’redefinitelyowls,"saidRonhoarsely,jumpinguptojoinHermioneatthewindow.
"Andtherearethreeofthem,"saidHarry,hasteningtoherotherside.
"Oneforeachofus,"saidHermioneinaterrifiedwhisper."Ohno...ohno...ohno..."
ShegrippedbothHarryandRontightlyaroundtheelbows.
