Do n't be stupid , you have n't got fangs , he told himself , trying to keep calm , though the hand on his Butterbeer bottle was shaking , you were lying in bed , you were n't attacking anyone ...
Не глупи, у тебя нет клыков, сказал он себе, стараясь сохранять спокойствие, хотя рука на его бутылке со сливочным пивом тряслась, ты лежал в постели, ни на кого не нападал...
