Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка

           "Well—youdon’tmindit’sover,doyou?"

           "No,"Ronadmitted."Itwasprettybadwhileshewasyelling,butatleastIdidn’thavetofinishit."

           "Coward,"saidHermione,thoughshelookedamused."Well,itwasabadnightforromanceallaround.GinnyandDeansplituptoo,Harry."

           Harrythoughttherewasaratherknowinglookinhereyeasshetoldhimthat,butshecouldnotpossiblyknowthathisinsidesweresuddenlydancingtheconga.Keepinghisfaceasimmobileandhisvoiceasindifferentashecould,heasked,"Howcome?"

           "Oh,somethingreallysilly...shesaidhewasalwaystryingtohelpherthroughtheportraithole,likeshecouldn’tclimbinherself...butthey’vebeenabitrockyforages."

           HarryglancedoveratDeanontheothersideoftheclassroom.Hecertainlylookedunhappy.

           "Ofcourse,thisputsyouinabitofadilemma,doesn’tit?"saidHermione.

           "Whatd’youmean?"saidHarryquickly.

           "TheQuidditchteam,"saidHermione."IfGinnyandDeanaren’tspeaking..."

           "Oh—ohyeah,"saidHarry.

           "Flitwick,"saidRoninawarningtone.ThetinylittleCharmsmasterwasbobbinghiswaytowardthem,andHermionewastheonlyonewhohadmanagedtoturnvinegarintowine;herglassflaskwasfullofdeepcrimsonliquid,whereasthecontentsofHarry’sandRon’swerestillmurkybrown.

           "Now,now,boys,"squeakedProfessorFlitwickreproachfully."Alittlelesstalk,alittlemoreaction...Letmeseeyoutry..."

           Togethertheyraisedtheirwands,concentratingwithalltheirmight,andpointedthemattheirflasks.