Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

The Goblin’s Revenge

           "So,wouldhehavehiddentheswordwellawayfromHogsmeade,then?Whatd’youreckon,Ron?Ron?"

           Harrylookedaround.ForonebewilderedmomenthethoughtthatRonhadleftthetent,thenrealizedthatRonwaslyingintheshadowofalowerbunk,lookingstony.

           "Oh,rememberedme,haveyou?"hesaid.

           "What?"

           Ronsnortedashestaredupattheundersideoftheupperbunk.

           "Youtwocarryon.Don’tletmespoilyourfun."

           Perplexed,HarrylookedtoHermioneforhelp,butsheshookherhead,apparentlyasnonplussedashewas.

           "What’stheproblem?"askedHarry.

           "Problem?There’snoproblem,"saidRon,stillrefusingtolookatHarry."Notaccordingtoyou,anyway."

           Therewereseveralplunksonthecanvasovertheirheads.Ithadstartedtorain.

           "Well,you’veobviouslygotaproblem,"saidHarry."Spititout,willyou?"

           Ronswunghislonglegsoffthebedandsatup.Helookedmean,unlikehimself.

           "Allright,I’llspititout.Don’texpectmetoskipupanddownthetentbecausethere’ssomeotherdamnthingwe’vegottofind.Justaddittothelistofstuffyoudon’tknow."

           "Idon’tknow?"repeatedHarry."Idon’tknow?"

           Plunk,plunk,plunk.Therainwasfallingharderandheavier;itpatteredontheleaf-strewnbankallaroundthemandintotheriverchatteringthroughthedark.DreaddousedHarry’sjubilation:Ronwassayingexactlywhathehadsuspectedandfearedhimtobethinking.

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