Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Potions Master
Icanteachyouhowtobottlefame,brewglory,evenstopperdeath—ifyouaren’tasbigabunchofdunderheadsasIusuallyhavetoteach."
Moresilencefollowedthislittlespeech.HarryandRonexchangedlookswithraisedeyebrows.HermioneGrangerwasontheedgeofherseatandlookeddesperatetostartprovingthatshewasn’tadunderhead.
"Potter!"saidSnapesuddenly."WhatwouldIgetifIaddedpowderedrootofasphodeltoaninfusionofwormwood?"
Powderedrootofwhattoaninfusionofwhat?HarryglancedatRon,wholookedasstumpedashewas;Hermione’shandhadshotintotheair.
"Idon’tknow,sir,"saidHarry.
Snape’slipscurledintoasneer.
"Tut,tut—fameclearlyisn’teverything."
HeignoredHermione’shand.
"Let’stryagain.Potter,wherewouldyoulookifItoldyoutofindmeabezoar?"
Hermionestretchedherhandashighintotheairasitwouldgowithoutherleavingherseat,butHarrydidn’thavethefaintestideawhatabezoarwas.HetriednottolookatMalfoy,Crabbe,andGoyle,whowereshakingwithlaughter.
"Idon’tknow,sir."
