Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка

           "AndHarryPotter’snowhavinganargumentwithhisKeeper,"saidLunaserenely,whilebothHufflepuffsandSlytherinsbelowinthecrowdcheeredandjeered."Idon’tthinkthat’llhelphimfindtheSnitch,butmaybeit’sacleverruse..."

           Swearingangrily,Harryspunroundandsetoffaroundthepitchagain,scanningtheskiesforsomesignofthetiny,wingedgoldenball.

           GinnyandDemelzascoredagoalapiece,givingthered-and-gold-cladsupportersbelowsomethingtocheerabout.ThenCadwalladerscoredagain,makingthingslevel,butLunadidnotseemtohavenoticed;sheappearedsingularlyuninterestedinsuchmundanethingsasthescore,andkeptattemptingtodrawthecrowd’sattentiontosuchthingsasinterestinglyshapedcloudsandthepossibilitythatZachariasSmith,whohadsofarfailedtomaintainpossessionoftheQuaffleforlongerthanaminute,wassufferingfromsomethingcalled"Loser’sLurgy."

           "Seventy-fortytoHufflepuff!"barkedProfessorMcGonagallintoLuna’smegaphone.

           "Isit,already?"saidLunavaguely."Oh,look!TheGryffindorKeeper’sgotholdofoneoftheBeater’sbats."

           Harryspunaroundinmidair.Sureenough,McLaggen,forreasonsbestknowntohimself,hadpulledPeakes’sbatfromhimandappearedtobedemonstratinghowtohitaBludgertowardanoncomingCadwallader.

           "Willyougivehimbackhisbatandgetbacktothegoalposts!"roaredHarry,peltingtowardMcLaggenjustasMcLaggentookaferociousswipeattheBludgerandmishitit.