Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка

           Ablinding,sickeningpain...aflashoflight...adistantscream...andthesensationoffallingdownalongtunnel...

           AndthenextthingHarryknew,hewaslyinginaremarkablywarmandcomfortablebedandlookingupatalampthatwasthrowingacircleofgoldenlightontoashadowyceiling.Heraisedhisheadawkwardly.Thereonhisleftwasafamiliar-looking,freckly,red-hairedperson.

           "Niceofyoutodropin,"saidRon,grinning.

           Harryblinkedandlookedaround.Ofcourse:hewasinthehospitalwing.Theskyoutsidewasindigostreakedwithcrimson.Thematchmusthavefinishedhoursago...ashadanyhopeofcorneringMalfoy.Harry’sheadfeltstrangelyheavy;heraisedahandandfeltastiffturbanofbandages.

           "Whathappened?"

           "Crackedskull,"saidMadamPomfrey,bustlingupandpushinghimbackagainsthispillows."Nothingtoworryabout,Imendeditatonce,butI’mkeepingyouinovernight.Youshouldn’toverexertyourselfforafewhours."

           "Idon’twanttostayhereovernight,"saidHarryangrily,sittingupandthrowingbackhiscovers."IwanttofindMcLaggenandkillhim."

           "I’mafraidthatwouldcomeundertheheadingof’overexertion,’"saidMadamPomfrey,pushinghimfirmlybackontothebedandraisingherwandinathreateningmanner."YouwillstayhereuntilIdischargeyou,Potter,orIshallcalltheHeadmaster."

           Shebustledbackintoheroffice,andHarrysankbackintohispillows,fuming.

           "D’youknowhowmuchwelostby?"heaskedRonthroughclenchedteeth.

           "Well,yeahIdo,"saidRonapologetically."Finalscorewasthreehundredandtwentytosixty."

           "Brilliant,"saidHarrysavagely.