Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Elf tails
"Anyway—sorry,gottogo—there’sMcLaggencomingforatalkaboutQuidditch,"saidHarryhurriedly,andhedashedsidewaysthroughadoorpretendingtobesolidwallandsprinteddowntheshortcutthatwouldtakehimofftoPotionswhere,thankfully,neitherLavendernorMcLaggencouldfollowhim.
OnthemorningoftheQuidditchmatchagainstHufflepuff,Harrydroppedinonthehospitalwingbeforeheadingdowntothepitch.Ronwasveryagitated;MadamPomfreywouldnotlethimgodowntowatchthematch,feelingitwouldoverexcitehim.
"Sohow’sMcLaggenshapingup?"heaskedHarrynervously,apparentlyforgettingthathehadalreadyaskedthesamequestiontwice.
"I’vetoldyou,"saidHarrypatiently,"hecouldbeworld-classandIwouldn’twanttokeephim.Hekeepstryingtotelleveryonewhattodo,hethinkshecouldplayeverypositionbetterthantherestofus.Ican’twaittobeshotofhim.Andspeakingofgettingshotofpeople,"Harryadded,gettingtohisfeetandpickinguphisFirebolt,"willyoustoppretendingtobeasleepwhenLavendercomestoseeyou?She’sdrivingmemadaswell."
"Oh,"saidRon,lookingsheepish."Yeah.Allright."
"Ifyoudon’twanttogooutwithheranymore,justtellher,"saidHarry.
"Yeah...well...it’snotthateasy,isit?"saidRon.Hepaused."Hermionegoingtolookinbeforethematch?"headdedcasually.
"No,she’salreadygonedowntothepitchwithGinny."
"Oh,"saidRon,lookingratherglum."Right.Well,goodluck.HopeyouhammerMcLag—ImeanSmith."
