Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
An Excess of Phlegm
Shetappedthepotagain;itroseintotheair,flewtowardHarry,andtippedover;Mrs.Weasleyslidabowlnearlybeneathitjustintimetocatchthestreamofthick,steamingonionsoup.
"Bread,dear?"
"Thanks,Mrs.Weasley."
Shewavedherwandoverhershoulder;aloafofbreadandaknifesoaredgracefullyontothetable;astheloafsliceditselfandthesouppotdroppedbackontothestove,Mrs.Weasleysatdownoppositehim.
"SoyoupersuadedHoraceSlughorntotakethejob?"
Harrynodded,hismouthsofullofhotsoupthathecouldnotspeak.
"HetaughtArthurandme,"saidMrs.Weasley."HewasatHogwartsforages,startedaroundthesametimeasDumbledore,Ithink.Didyoulikehim?"
Hismouthnowfullofbread,Harryshruggedandgaveanon-committaljerkofthehead.
"Iknowwhatyoumean,"saidMrs.Weasley,noddingwisely."Ofcoursehecanbecharmingwhenhewantstobe,butArthur’sneverlikedhimmuch.TheMinistry’slitteredwithSlughorn’soldfavorites,hewasalwaysgoodatgivinglegups,butheneverhadmuchtimeforArthur...didn’tseemtothinkhewasenoughofahighflier.Well,thatjustshowsyou,evenSlughornmakesmistakes.Idon’tknowwhetherRon’stoldyouinanyofhisletters...it’sonlyjusthappened...butArthur’sbeenpromoted!"
ItcouldnothavebeenclearerthatMrs.Weasleyhadbeenburstingtosaythis.
Harryswallowedalargeamountofveryhotsoupandthoughthecouldfeelhisthroatblistering.
"That’sgreat!"hegasped.
"Youaresweet,"beamedMrs.
