Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка

           "Ron,Iwarnyou,don’tdrinkit!"Hermionesaidagain,alarmed,butRonpickeduptheglass,draineditinonegulp,andsaid,"Stopbossingmearound,Hermione."

           Shelookedscandalized.BendinglowsothatonlyHarrycouldhearher,shehissed,"Youshouldbeexpelledforthat.I’dneverhavebelieveditofyou,Harry!"

           "Lookwho’stalking,"hewhisperedback."Confundedanyonelately?"

           Shestormedupthetableawayfromthem.Harrywatchedhergowithoutregret.HermionehadneverreallyunderstoodwhataseriousbusinessQuidditchwas.HethenlookedaroundatRon,whowassmackinghislips.

           "Nearlytime,"saidHarryblithely.

           Thefrostygrasscrunchedunderfootastheystrodedowntothestadium.

           "Prettyluckytheweathersthisgood,eh?"HarryaskedRon.

           "Yeah,"saidRon,whowaspaleandsick-looking.

           GinnyandDemelzawerealreadywearingtheirQuidditchrobesandwaitinginthechangingroom.

           "Conditionslookideal,"saidGinny,ignoringRon."Andguesswhat?ThatSlytherinChaserVaisey—hetookaBludgerintheheadyesterdayduringtheirpractice,andhe’stoosoretoplay!Andevenbetterthanthat—Malfoy’sgoneoffsicktoo!"

           "What?"saidHarry,wheelingaroundtostareather."He’sill?What’swrongwithhim?"

           "Noidea,butit’sgreatforus,"saidGinnybrightly."They’replayingHarperinstead;he’sinmyyearandhe’sanidiot."

           Harrysmiledbackvaguely,butashepulledonhisscarletrobeshismindwasfarfromQuidditch.