Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
An Excess of Phlegm
"No,no,Ineedtogetgoing,"saidTonks,notmeetingDumbledore’seyes."’Night..."
"Dear,whynotcometodinnerattheweekend,RemusandMad-Eyearecoming...?"
"No,really,Molly...thanksanyway...Goodnight,every-one."
TonkshurriedpastDumbledoreandHarryintotheyard;afewpacesbeyondthedoorstep,sheturnedonthespotandvanishedintothinair.HarrynoticedthatMrs.Weasleylookedtroubled.
"Well,IshallseeyouatHogwarts,Harry,"saidDumbledore."Takecareofyourself.Molly,yourservant."
HemadeMrs.WeasleyabowandfollowedTonks,vanishingatpreciselythesamespot.Mrs.WeasleyclosedthedoorontheemptyyardandthensteeredHarrybytheshouldersintothefullglowofthelanternonthetabletoexaminehisappearance.
"You’relikeRon,"shesighed,lookinghimupanddown."Bothofyoulookasthoughyou’vehadStretchingjinxesputonyou.IswearRon’sgrownfourinchessinceIlastboughthimschoolrobes.Areyouhungry,Harry?"
"Yeah,Iam,"saidHarry,suddenlyrealizingjusthowhungryhewas.
"Sitdown,dear,I’llknocksomethingup."
AsHarrysatdown,afurrygingercatwithasquashedfacelumpedontohiskneesandsettledthere,purring.
"SoHermione’shere?"heaskedhappilyashetickledCrookshanksbehindtheears.
"Ohyes,shearrivedthedaybeforeyesterday,"saidMrs.Weasley,rappingalargeironpotwithherwand.Itbouncedontothestovewithaloudclangandbegantobubbleatonce."Everyone’sinbed,ofcourse,wedidn’texpectyouforhours.Hereyouare..."
