Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Silver and opals
ButthenshecaughtsightofRon’sexpression."Oh,look—they’vegotDeluxeSugarQuills—thosewouldlasthours!"
GladthatHermionehadchangedthesubject,Harryshowedmuchmoreinterestinthenewextra-largeSugarQuillsthanhewouldnormallyhavedone,butRoncontinuedtolookmoodyandmerelyshruggedwhenHermioneaskedhimwherehewantedtogonext.
"Let’sgototheThreeBroomsticks,"saidHarry."It’llbewarm."
Theybundledtheirscarvesbackovertheirfacesandleftthesweetshop.ThebitterwindwaslikeknivesontheirfacesafterthesugarywarmthofHoneydukes.Thestreetwasnotverybusy;nobodywaslingeringtochat,justhurryingtowardtheirdestinations.Theexceptionsweretwomenalittleaheadofthem,standingjustoutsidetheThreeBroomsticks.Onewasverytallandthin;squintingthroughhisrain-washedglassesHarryrecognizedthebarmanwhoworkedintheotherHogsmeadepub,theHog’sHead.AsHarry,Ron,andHermionedrewcloser,thebarmandrewhiscloakmoretightlyaroundhisneckandwalkedaway,leavingtheshortermantofumblewithsomethinginhisarms.TheywerebarelyfeetfromhimwhenHarryrealizedwhothemanwas.
"Mundungus!"
Thesquat,bandy-leggedmanwithlong,straggly,gingerhairjumpedanddroppedanancientsuitcase,whichburstopen,releasingwhatlookedliketheentirecontentsofajunkshopwindow.
"Oh,’ello,’Arry,"saidMundungusFletcher,withamostunconvincingstabatairiness."Well,don’tletmekeepya."
