Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
The slug club
Itwasduringoneoftheclearspells,whenthesunwasvisiblealmostdirectlyoverhead,thatRonandHermioneenteredthecompartmentatlast.
"Wishthelunchtrolleywouldhurryup,I’mstarving,"saidRonlongingly,slumpingintotheseatbesideHarryandrubbinghisstomach."Hi,Neville.Hi,Luna.Guesswhat?"headded,turningtoHarry."Malfoy’snotdoingprefectduty.He’sjustsittinginhiscompartmentwiththeotherSlytherins,wesawhimwhenwepassed."
Harrysatupstraight,interested.ItwasnotlikeMalfoytopassupthechancetodemonstratehispowerasprefect,whichhehadhappilyabusedallthepreviousyear.
"Whatdidhedowhenhesawyou?"
"Theusual,"saidRonindifferently,demonstratingarudehandgesture."Notlikehim,though,isit?Well...thatis"—hedidthehandgestureagain—"butwhyisn’theouttherebullyingfirstyears?"
"Dunno,"saidHarry,buthismindwasracing.Didn’tthislookasthoughMalfoyhadmoreimportantthingsonhismindthanbullyingyoungerstudents?
"MaybehepreferredtheInquisitorialSquad,"saidHermione."Maybebeingaprefectseemsabittameafterthat."
"Idon’tthinkso,"saidHarry."Ithinkhe’s—"
Butbeforehecouldexpoundonhistheory,thecompartmentdoorslidopenagainandabreathlessthird-yeargirlsteppedinside.
"I’msupposedtodeliverthesetoNevilleLongbottomandHarryP-Potter,"shefaltered,ashereyesmetHarry’sandsheturnedscarlet.Shewasholdingouttwoscrollsofparchmenttiedwithvioletribbon.
