Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
An Excess of Phlegm
Hecontinued,stillspeakingtohisfork,"Youknow,theonetheyweretryingtostealattheMinistry."
"Nobodyknowswhatitsaid,though,"saidHermionequickly."Itgotsmashed."
"AlthoughtheProphetsays..."beganRon,butHermionesaid,"Shh!"
"TheProphet’sgotitright,"saidHarry,lookingupatthembothwithagreateffort:HermioneseemedfrightenedandRonamazed."Thatglassballthatsmashedwasn’ttheonlyrecordoftheprophecy.IheardthewholethinginDumbledore’soffice,hewastheonetheprophecywasmadeto,sohecouldtellme.Fromwhatitsaid,"Harrytookadeepbreath,"itlookslikeI’mtheonewho’sgottofinishoffVoldemort...Atleast,itsaidneitherofuscouldlivewhiletheothersurvives."
Thethreeofthemgazedatoneanotherinsilenceforamoment.ThentherewasaloudbangandHermionevanishedbehindapuffofblacksmoke.
"Hermione!"shoutedHarryandRon;thebreakfasttrayslidtothefloorwithacrash.
Hermioneemerged,coughing,outofthesmoke,clutchingthetelescopeandsportingabrilliantlypurpleblackeye.
"Isqueezeditandit...itpunchedme!"shegasped.
Andsureenough,theynowsawatinyfistonalongspringprotrudingfromtheendofthetelescope.
"Don’tworry,"saidRon,whowasplainlytryingnottolaugh,"Mum’llfixthat,she’sgoodathealingminorinjuries..."
"Ohwell,nevermindthatnow!"saidHermionehastily."Harry,oh,Harry..."
Shesatdownontheedgeofhisbedagain.
"Wewondered,afterwegotbackfromtheMinistry...
