FISZKOTEKA
That was a matter of opinion, thought Harry. The cat’s ginger fur was thick and fluffy, but it was definitely a bit bowlegged and its face looked grumpy and oddly squashed, as though it had run headlong into a brick wall. Now that Scabbers was out of sight, however, the cat was purring contentedly in Hermione’s arms.
“Hermione, that thing nearly scalped me!” said Ron.
“He didn’t mean to, did you, Crookshanks?” said Hermione.
“And what about Scabbers?” said Ron, pointing at the lump in his chest pocket. “He needs rest and relaxation! How’s he going to get it with that thing around?”
“That reminds me, you forgot your rat tonic,” said Hermione, slapping the small red bottle into Ron’s hand. “And stop worrying, Crookshanks will be sleeping in my dormitory and Scabbers in yours, what’s the problem? Poor Crookshanks, that witch said he’d been in there for ages; no one wanted him.”
“Wonder why,” said Ron sarcastically as they set off toward the Leaky Cauldron.
They found Mr. Weasley sitting in the bar, reading the Daily Prophet.
“Harry!” he said, smiling as he looked up. “How are you?”
“Fine, thanks,” said Harry as he, Ron, and Hermione joined Mr. Weasley with their shopping.
Mr. Weasley put down his paper, and Harry saw the now familiar picture of Sirius Black staring up at him.
“They still haven’t caught him, then?” he asked.
“No,” said Mr. Weasley, looking extremely grave. “They’ve pulled us all off our regular jobs at the Ministry to try and find him, but no luck so far.”
“Would we get a reward if we caught him?” asked Ron. “It’d be good to get some more money —”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Ron,” said Mr. Weasley, who on closer inspection looked very strained. “Black’s not going to be caught by a thirteen-year-old wizard. It’s the Azkaban guards who’ll get him back, you mark my words.”
At that moment Mrs. Weasley entered the bar, laden with shopping bags and followed by the twins, Fred and George, who were about to start their fifth year at Hogwarts; the newly elected Head Boy, Percy; and the Weasleys’ youngest child and only girl, Ginny.
sprawa gustu - matter of opinion
gęsty - thick
puszysty - fluffy
krzywonogi - bowlegged
zrzędliwy - grumpy
dziwnie - oddly
zgnieciony - squashed
wjechać, wpaść na coś - run into sth
na oślep - headlong
cegła - brick
być poza zasięgiem wzroku - be out of sight
jakkolwiek - however
mruczeć - purr
z zadowoleniem - contentedly
bryła, kawałek - lump
przypominać - remind
rzucać coś - slap
wyruszać gdzieś - set off
patrzeć na kogoś z podziwem - look up to sb
patrzeć w góre - look up
gabić się na kogoś - stare at ab
poważnie - grave
ściągać coś - pull sth off
jak dotąd - so far
nagroda - reward
zbadanie - inspection
zapamitętaj moje słowa - mark my words
wspomnisz moje słowa - mark my words
wejść - enter
załadowany torbami z zakupami - laden with shopping bags
nowo/świeżo/od niedawna - newly
wybrany - elected
