Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
An Excess of Phlegm
Weasleypointedherwandatalamponthebedsidetableanditignitedatonce,bathingtheroominapleasantgoldenglow.Thoughalargevaseofflowershadbeenplacedonadeskinfrontofthesmallwindow,theirperfumecouldnotdisguisethelingeringsmellofwhatHarrythoughtwasgunpowder.Aconsiderableamountoffloorspacewasdevotedtoavastnumberofunmarked,sealedcardboardboxes,amongstwhichstoodHarry’sschooltrunk.Theroomlookedasthoughitwasbeingusedasatemporarywarehouse.
HedwighootedhappilyatHarryfromherperchontopofalargewardrobe,thentookoffthroughthewindow;Harryknewshehadbeenwaitingtoseehimbeforegoinghunting.HarrybadeMrs.Weasleygoodnight,putonpajamas,andgotintooneofthebeds.Therewassomethinghardinsidethepillowcase.Hegropedinsideitandpulledoutastickypurple-and-orangesweet,whichherecognizedasaPukingPastille.Smilingtohimself,herolledoverandwasinstantlyasleep.
Secondslater,orsoitseemedtoHarry,hewasawakenedbywhatsoundedlikecannonfireasthedoorburstopen.Sittingboltupright,heheardtheraspofthecurtainsbeingpulledback:Thedazzlingsunlightseemedtopokehimhardinbotheyes.Shieldingthemwithonehand,hegropedhopelesslyforhisglasseswiththeother.
"Wuzzgoinon?"
"Wedidn’tknowyouwereherealready!"saidaloudandexcitedvoice,andhereceivedasharpblowtothetopofthehead.
"Ron,don’thithim!"saidagirl’svoicereproachfully.
