Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Felix Felicis
"Yes,he’scertainlyseensomethingPotterhasn’t!"
Smithreallywasanidiot,thoughtHarry,hadn’thenoticedthemcollide?Butnextmoment,hisstomachseemedtodropoutofthesky—SmithwasrightandHarrywaswrong:Harperhadnotspedupwardatrandom;hehadspottedwhatHarryhadnot:theSnitchwasspeedingalonghighabovethem,glintingbrightlyagainsttheclearbluesky.
Harryaccelerated;thewindwaswhistlinginhisearssothatitdrownedallsoundofSmith’scommentaryorthecrowd,butHarperwasstillaheadofhim,andGryffindorwasonlyahundredpointsup;ifHarpergottherefirstGryffindorhadlost...andnowHarperwasfeetfromit,hishandoutstretched...
"Oi,Harper!"yelledHarryindesperation."HowmuchdidMalfoypayyoutocomeoninsteadofhim?"
Hedidnotknowwhatmadehimsayit,butHarperdidadouble-take;hefumbledtheSnitch,letitslipthroughhisfingers,andshotrightpastit.Harrymadeagreatswipeforthetiny,flutteringballandcaughtit.
"YES!"Hairyyelled:wheelingaround,hehurtledbacktowardtheground,theSnitchheldhighinhishand.Asthecrowdrealizedwhathadhappened,agreatshoutwentupthatalmostdrownedthesoundofthewhistlethatsignaledtheendofthegame.
"Ginny,where’reyougoing?"yelledHarry,whohadfoundhimselftrappedinthemidstofamassmidairhugwiththerestoftheteam,butGinnyspedrightonpastthemuntil,withanalmightycrash,shecollidedwiththecommentator’spodium.
