Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка

           Setagainstthedull,poster-muffledshopFrontsaroundthem,FredandGeorgeswindowshittheeyelikeafireworkdisplay.Casualpassersbywerelookingbackovertheirshouldersatthewindows,andafewratherstunned-lookingpeoplehadactuallycometoahalt,transfixed.Theleft-handwindowwasdazzlinglyfullofanassortmentofgoodsthatrevolved,popped,flashed,bounced,andshrieked;Harry’seyesbegantowaterjustlookingatit.Theright-handwindowwascoveredwithagiganticposter,purplelikethoseoftheMinistry,butemblazonedwithflashingyellowletters:

           WhyAreYouWorryingAboutYou-Know-Who?

           YouSHOULDBeWorryingAbout

           U-NO-POO—

           theConstipationSensationThat’sGrippingtheNation!

           Harrystartedtolaugh.HeheardaweaksortofmoanbesidehimandlookedaroundtoseeMrs.Weasleygazing,dumbfounded,attheposter.Herlipsmovedsilently,mouthingthename"U-No-Poo."

           "They’llbemurderedintheirbeds!"shewhispered.

           "Notheywon’t!"saidRon,who,likeHarry,waslaughing."Thisisbrilliant!"

           AndheandHarryledthewayintotheshop.Itwaspackedwithcustomers;Harrycouldnotgetneartheshelves.Hestaredaround,lookingupattheboxespiledtotheceiling:hereweretheSkivingSnackboxesthatthetwinshadperfectedduringtheirlast,unfinishedyearatHogwarts;HarrynoticedthattheNosebleedNougatwasmostpopular,withonlyonebatteredboxleftontheshelf.