Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
An Excess of Phlegm
Sheturnedtolookatalargeclockthatwasperchedawkwardlyontopofapileofsheetsinthewashingbasketattheendofthetable.Harryrecognizeditatonce:ithadninehands,eachinscribedwiththenameofafamilymember,andusuallyhungontheWeasleys’sittingroomwall,thoughitscurrentpositionsuggestedthatMrs.Weasleyhadtakentocarryingitaroundthehousewithher.Everysingleoneofitsninehandswasnowpointingatmortalperil.
"It’sbeenlikethatforawhilenow,"saidMrs.Weasley,inanunconvincinglycasualvoice,"eversinceYou-Know-Whocamebackintotheopen.Isupposeeverybody’sinmortaldangernow...Idon’tthinkitcanbejustourfamily...butIdon’tknowanyoneelsewho’sgotaclocklikethis,soIcan’tcheck.Oh!"
Withasuddenexclamationshepointedattheclock’sface.Mr.Weasley’shandhadswitchedtotraveling.
"He’scoming!"
Andsureenough,amomentlatertherewasaknockonthebackdoor.Mrs.Weasleyjumpedupandhurriedtoit;withonehandonthedoorknobandherfacepressedagainstthewoodshecalledsoftly,"Arthur,isthatyou?"
"Yes,"cameMr.Weasley’swearyvoice."ButIwouldsaythatevenifIwereaDeathEater,dear.Askthequestion!"
"Oh,honestly..."
"Molly!"
"Allright,allright...Whatisyourdearestambition?"
"Tofindouthowairplanesstayup."
Mrs.Weasleynoddedandturnedthedoorknob,butapparentlyMr.Weasleywasholdingtighttoitontheotherside,becausethedoorremainedfirmlyshut.
