Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка

           Breakfastwastheusualexcitableaffairnextmorning;theSlytherinshissedandbooedloudlyaseverymemberoftheGryffindorteamenteredtheGreatHall.Harryglancedattheceilingandsawaclear,palebluesky:agoodomen.

           TheGryffindortable,asolidmassofredandgold,cheeredasHarryandRonapproached.Harrygrinnedandwaved;Rongrimacedweaklyandshookhishead.

           "Cheerup,Ron!"calledLavender."Iknowyou’llbebrilliant!"

           Ronignoredher.

           "Tea?"Harryaskedhim."Coffee?Pumpkinjuice?"

           "Anything,"saidRonglumly,takingamoodybiteoftoast.

           AfewminuteslaterHermione,whohadbecomesotiredofRon’srecentunpleasantbehaviorthatshehadnotcomedowntobreakfastwiththem,pausedonherwayupthetable.

           "Howareyoubothfeeling?"sheaskedtentatively,hereyesonthebackofRon’shead.

           "Fine,"saidHarry,whowasconcentratingonhandingRonaglassofpumpkinjuice."Thereyougo,Ron.Drinkup."

           RonhadjustraisedtheglasstohislipswhenHermionespokesharply.

           "Don’tdrinkthat,Ron!"

           BothHarryandRonlookedupather.

           "Whynot?"saidRon.

           HermionewasnowstaringatHarryasthoughshecouldnotbelievehereyes.

           "Youjustputsomethinginthatdrink."

           "Excuseme?"saidHarry.

           "Youheardme.Isawyou.YoujusttippedsomethingintoRon’sdrink.You’vegotthebottleinyourhandrightnow!"

           "Idontknowwhatyou’retalkingabout,"saidHarry,stowingthelittlebottlehastilyinhispocket.