Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка

           Ahundredthousanddisguises,allfortenGalleons!"

           "Andwhatreallyhappenswhenyouputthemon?"

           "Mostlyyoujustturnafairlyunpleasantorangecolor,butacoupleofpeoplehavealsosproutedtentaclelikewartsallovertheirbodies.AsifSt.Mungo’sdidn’thaveenoughtodoalready!"

           "ItsoundslikethesortofthingFredandGeorgewouldfindfunny,"saidMrs.Weasleyhesitantly."Areyousure...?"

           "OfcourseIam!"saidMr.Weasley."Theboyswouldn’tdoanythinglikethatnow,notwhenpeoplearedesperateforprotection!"

           "Soisthatwhyyou’relate,Metamorph-Medals?"

           "No,wegotwindofanastybackfiringjinxdowninElephantandCastle,butluckilytheMagicalLawEnforcementSquadhadsorteditoutbythetimewegotthere..."

           Harrystifledayawnbehindhishand.

           "Bed,"saidanundeceivedMrs.Weasleyatonce."I’vegotFredandGeorge’sroomallreadyforyou,you’llhaveittoyourself."

           "Why,wherearethey?"

           "Oh,they’reinDiagonAlley,sleepinginthelittleflatovertheirjokeshopasthey’resobusy,"saidMrs.Weasley."Imustsay,Ididn’tapproveatfirst,buttheydoseemtohaveabitofaflairforbusiness!Comeon,dear,yourtrunksalreadyupthere."

           "’Night,Mr.Weasley,"saidHarry,pushingbackhischair.Crookshanksleaptlightlyfromhislapandslunkoutoftheroom.

           "G’night,Harry,"saidMr.Weasley.

           HarrysawMrs.Weasleyglanceattheclockinthewashingbasketastheyleftthekitchen.Allthehandswereonceagainatmortalperil.

           FredandGeorge’sbedroomwasonthesecondfloor.Mrs.