Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Silver and opals
Weasley’shand-knittedsweatersandcarryingcloaks,scarves,andgloves,Ron’sshockhadsubsidedandhehaddecidedthatHarry’snewspellwashighlyamusing;soamusing,infact,thathelostnotimeinregalingHermionewiththestoryastheysatdownforbreakfast.
"...andthentherewasanotherflashoflightandIlandedonthebedagain!"Rongrinned,helpinghimselftosausages.
Hermionehadnotcrackedasmileduringthisanecdote,andnowturnedanexpressionofwintrydisapprovaluponHarry.
"Wasthisspell,byanychance,anotheronefromthatpotionbookofyours?"sheasked.
Harryfrownedather.
"Alwaysjumptotheworstconclusion,don’tyou?"
"Wasit?"
"Well...yeah,itwas,butsowhat?"
"Soyoujustdecidedtotryoutanunknown,handwrittenincantationandseewhatwouldhappen?"
"Whydoesitmatterifit’shandwritten?"saidHarry,preferringnottoanswertherestofthequestion.
"Becauseit’sprobablynotMinistryofMagicapproved,"saidHermione."Andalso,"sheadded,asHarryandRonrolledtheireyes,"becauseI’mstartingtothinkthisPrincecharacterwasabitdodgy."
BothHarryandRonshoutedherdownatonce.
"Itwasalaugh!"saidRon,upendingaketchupbottleoverhissausages."Justalaugh,Hermione,that’sall!"
"Danglingpeopleupsidedownbytheankle?"saidHermione."Whoputstheirtimeandenergyintomakingupspellslikethat?"
"FredandGeorge,"saidRon,shrugging,"it’stheirkindofthing.And,er—"
"Mydad,"saidHarry.Hehadonlyjustremembered.
"What?"saidRonandHermionetogether.
