Book: To get Basilisk!

- So what are you... a feast-and-at! - waving blossoms with a broom, screaming Katherine.
- Catch him! Get him in! cried the dragons, once again falling into the thrill of the hunt.
- Don't crowd the poor fellow, I worried, as suddenly filled with compassion for the poor fuzzy.
- Crazy, - noted SMAS, watching us. - But-with-sny.

- Take it off. My. Protection - pausing between words, said the Basilisk. Or I'll blow her to hell...
- To the grandma do not, - not a bit scared of his tone winged our teacher. - Grandmother from the devils, such that today's troubles will seem a trifle.

Stand all so clean, fluffy, dressed in a new dress after a swim, well-fed and well-rested opposite the huge Windows in half of my growth and admiring the exciting action in the rays of crimson sunset. And let the half-decayed corpses from time to time... let them run past! But what type, what performance, what is the expression, damn it!

- I had a young fan, I remember...
What? Another one? - rolled his eyes I.
- Quiet! - hand picked grandma. - This sane and not vindictive.

- I swear to my mother.
- Mother, Venia? - sliding on his nose round glasses in a thin silver frame, smiled the mistress. You also propagated by budding once in a hundred years.
- Everyone dreams about the mother - philosophically said brownie.