Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Hermione’s helping hand
"Ateacher,Potter!Howdareyehthreatenterbreakdownmydoor!"
"I’msorry,sir,"saidHarry,emphasizingthelastwordashestowedhiswandinsidehisrobes.
Hagridlookedstunned."Sincewhenhaveyehcalledme’sir’?"
"Sincewhenhaveyoucalledme’Potter’?"
"Oh,veryclever,"growledHagrid."Veryamusin’.That’smeoutsmarted,innit?Allrigh’,comeinthen,yehungratefullittle..."
Mumblingdarkly,hestoodbacktoletthempass.HermionescurriedinafterHarry,lookingratherfrightened.
"Well?"saidHagridgrumpily,asHarry,Ron,andHermionesatdownaroundhisenormouswoodentable,FanglayinghisheadimmediatelyuponHarry’skneeanddroolingalloverhisrobes."What’sthis?Feelin’sorryforme?ReckonI’mlonelyorsummat?"
"No,"saidHarryatonce."Wewantedtoseeyou."
"We’vemissedyou!"saidHermionetremulously.
"Missedme,haveyeh?"snortedHagrid."Yeah.Righ’."
Hestompedaround,brewingupteainhisenormouscopperkettle,mutteringallthewhile.Finallyheslammeddownthreebucket-sizedmugsofmahogany-brownteainfrontofthemandaplateofhisrockcakes.HarrywashungryenoughevenforHagrid’scooking,andtookoneatonce.
"Hagrid,"saidHermionetimidly,whenhejoinedthematthetableandstartedpeelinghispotatoeswithabrutalitythatsuggestedthateachtuberhaddonehimagreatpersonalwrong,"wereallywantedtocarryonwithCareofMagicalCreatures,youknow."Hagridgaveanothergreatsnort.
