Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка

           "What’sgoing—?"

           HarrypointedhiswandhastilyatthedoorofMadamPomfrey’sofficeandmuttered,"Muffliato!"sothatshewouldnotcomerunning.Thenhescrambledtotheendofhisbedforabetterlookatwhatwasgoingon.

           Twohouse-elveswererollingaroundonthefloorinthemiddleofthedormitory,onewearingashrunkenmaroonjumperandseveralwoollyhats,theother,afilthyoldragstrungoverhishipslikealoincloth.Thentherewasanotherloudbang,andPeevesthePoltergeistappearedinmidairabovethewrestlingelves.

           "Iwaswatchingthat,Potty!"hetoldHarryindignantly,pointingatthefightbelow,beforelettingoutaloudcackle."Lookattheicklecreaturessquabbling,biteybitey,punchypunchy—"

           "KreacherwillnotinsultHarryPotterinfrontofDobby,nohewon’t,orDobbywillshutKreacher’smouthforhim!"criedDobbyinahigh-pitchedvoice.

           "—kicky,scratchy!"criedPeeveshappily,nowpeltingbitsofchalkattheelvestoenragethemfurther."Tweaky,pokey!"

           "Kreacherwillsaywhathelikesabouthismaster,ohyes,andwhatamasterheis,filthyfriendofMudbloods,oh,whatwouldpoorKreacher’smistresssay—?"

           ExactlywhatKreacher’smistresswouldhavesaidtheydidnotfindout,foratthatmomentDobbysankhisknobblylittlefistintoKreacher’smouthandknockedouthalfofhisteeth.