Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Felix Felicis
Atonce,thepricklyvinesshotbackinside,andthegnarledstumpsattherelookinglikeaninnocentlydeadlumpofwood.
"Youknow,Idon’tthinkI’llbehavinganyoftheseinmygardenwhenI’vegotmyownplace,"saidRon,pushinghisgogglesupontohisforeheadandwipingsweatfromhisface.
"Passmeabowl,"saidHermione,holdingthepulsatingpodatarm’slength;Harryhandedoneoverandshedroppedthepodintoitwithalookofdisgustonherface.
"Don’tbesqueamish,squeezeitout,they’rebestwhenthey’refresh!"calledProfessorSprout.
"Anyway,"saidHermione,continuingtheirinterruptedconversationasthoughalumpofwoodhadnotjustattackedthem,"Slughorn’sgoingtohaveaChristmasparty,Harry,andthere’snowayyou’llbeabletowriggleoutofthisonebecauseheactuallyaskedmetocheckyourfreeevenings,sohecouldbesuretohaveitonanightyoucancome."
Harrygroaned.Meanwhile,Ron,whowasattemptingtoburstthepodinthebowlbyputtingbothhandsonit,standingup,andsquashingitashardashecould,saidangrily,"AndthisisanotherpartyjustforSlughorn’sfavorites,isit?"
"JustfortheSlugClub,yes,"saidHermione.
ThepodflewoutfromunderRon’sfingersandhitthegreenhouseglass,reboundingontothebackofProfessorSprout’sheadandknockingoffherold,patchedhat.Harrywenttoretrievethepod;whenhegotback,Hermionewassaying,"Look,Ididn’tmakeupthename’SlugClub’—"
"’SlugClub,’"repeatedRonwithasneerworthyofMalfoy."It’spathetic.
