Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

The Bribe

           Itfeltwonderfultohavesomethingtodo,someoneofwhomhecoulddemandsomesmallportionoftruth.Harry’swandwasnowsoclosetothebridgeofMundungus’snosethatMundungushadgonecross-eyedtryingtokeepitinview.

           "Whenyoucleanedoutthishouseofanythingvaluable,"Harrybegan,butMundungusinterruptedhimagain.

           "Siriusnevercaredaboutanyofthejunk"

           Therewasthesoundofpatteringfeet,ablazeofshiningcopper,anechoingclang,andashriekofagony:KreacherhadtakenarunatMundungusandhithimovertheheadwithasaucepan.

           "Call’imoff,call’imoff,’eshouldbelockedup!"screamedMundungus,coweringasKreacherraisedtheheavy-bottomedpanagain.

           "Kreacher,no!"shoutedHarry.

           Kreacher’sthinarmstrembledwiththeweightofthepan,stillheldaloft.

           "Perhapsjustonemore,MasterHarry,forluck?"

           Ronlaughed.

           "Weneedhimconscious,Kreacher,butifheneedspersuadingyoucandothehonors,"saidHarry.

           "Thankyouverymuch,Master,"saidKreacherwithabow,andheretreatedashortdistance,hisgreatpaleeyesstillfixeduponMundunguswithloathing.

           "Whenyoustrippedthishouseofallthevaluablesyoucouldfind,"Harrybeganagain,"youtookabunchofstufffromthekitchencupboard.Therewasalocketthere."Harry’smouthwassuddenlydry:HecouldsenseRonandHermione’stensionandexcitementtoo."Whatdidyoudowithit?"

           "Why?"askedMundungus."Isitvaluable?"

           "You’vestillgotit!"criedHermione

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