Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка

           HelookedaroundandsawthatGinnyhadjoinedthem."DidIhearright?You’vebeentakingordersfromsomethingsomeonewroteinabook,Harry?"

           Shelookedalarmedandangry.Harryknewwhatwasonhermindatonce.

           "It’snothing,"hesaidreassuringly,loweringhisvoice."It’snotlike,youknow,Riddle’sdiary.It’sjustanoldtextbooksomeone’sscribbledon."

           "Butyou’redoingwhatitsays?"

           "Ijusttriedafewofthetipswritteninthemargins,honestly,Ginny,there’snothingfunny—"

           "Ginny’sgotapoint,"saidHermione,perkingupatonce."Weoughttocheckthatthere’snothingoddaboutit.Imean,allthesefunnyinstructions,whoknows?"

           "Hey!"saidHarryindignantly,asshepulledhiscopyofAdvancedPotion-Makingoutofhisbagandraisedherwand.

           "SpecialisRevelio!"shesaid,rappingitsmartlyonthefrontcover.Nothingwhatsoeverhappened.Thebooksimplylaythere,lookingoldanddirtyanddog-eared.

           "Finished?"saidHarryirritably."Ord’youwanttowaitandseeifitdoesafewbackflips?"

           "Itseemsallright,"saidHermione,stillstaringatthebooksuspiciously."Imean,itreallydoesseemtobe...justatextbook."

           "Good.ThenI’llhaveitback,"saidHarry,snatchingitoffthetable,butitslippedfromhishandandlandedopenonthefloor.Nobodyelsewaslooking