Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
An Excess of Phlegm
"Molly!I’vegottoaskyouyourquestionfirst!"
"Arthur,really,thisisjustsilly..."
"Whatdoyoulikemetocallyouwhenwe’realonetogether?"
EvenbythedimlightofthelanternHarrycouldtellthatMrs.Weasleyhadturnedbrightred;hehimselffeltsuddenlywarmaroundtheearsandneck,andhastilygulpedsoup,clatteringhisspoonasloudlyashecouldagainstthebowl.
"Mollywobbles,"whisperedamortifiedMrs.Weasleyintothecrackattheedgeofthedoor.
"Correct,"saidMr.Weasley."Nowyoucanletmein."
Mrs.Weasleyopenedthedoortorevealherhusband,athin,balding,red-hairedwizardwearinghorn-rimmedspectaclesandalonganddustytravelingcloak.
"Istilldon’tseewhywehavetogothroughthateverytimeyoucomehome,"saidMrs.Weasley,stillpinkinthefaceasshehelpedherhusbandoutofhiscloak."Imean,aDeathEatermighthaveforcedtheansweroutofyoubeforeimpersonatingyou!"
"Iknow,dear,butit’sMinistryprocedure,andIhavetosetanexample.Somethingsmellsgood...onionsoup?"
Mr.Weasleyturnedhopefullyinthedirectionofthetable.
"Harry!Wedidn’texpectyouuntilmorning!"
Theyshookhands,andMr.WeasleydroppedintothechairbesideHarryasMrs.Weasleysetabowlofsoupinfrontofhimtoo.
"Thanks,Molly.It’sbeenatoughnight.Someidiot’sstartedsellingMetamorph-Medals.Justslingthemaroundyourneckandyou’llbeabletochangeyourappearanceatwill.
