Гарри Поттер и тайная комната

           Heputtheemptybowlbackonthefloornexttothecat-flapandlaybackdownonthebed,somehowevenhungrierthanhehadbeenbeforethesoup. 

           Supposinghewasstillaliveinanotherfourweeks,hatwouldhappenifhedidn’tturnupatHogwarts?Wouldsomeonebesenttoseewhyhehadn’tcomeback?WouldtheybeabletomaketheDursleyslethimgo? 

           Theroomwasgrowingdark.Exhausted,stomachrumbling,mindspinningoverthesameunanswerablequestions,Harryfellintoanuneasysleep. 

           *** 

           Hedreamedthathewasonshowinazoo,withacardreadingUNDERAGEWIZARDattachedtohiscage.Peoplegoggledthroughthebarsathimashelay,starvingandweak,onabedofstraw. HesawDobby’sfaceinthecrowdandshoutedout,askingforhelp,butDobbycalled, "HarryPotterissafethere,sir!"andvanished.ThentheDursleysappearedandDudleyrattledthebarsofthecage,laughingathim. 

           "Stopit,"Harrymutteredastherattlingpoundedinhissorehead."Leavemealone...cutitout...I’mtryingtosleep..." 

           *** 

           Heopenedhiseyes.Moonlightwasshiningthroughthebarsonthewindow.Andsomeonewasgogglingthroughthebarsathim:afreckle-faced,red-haired,long-nosedsomeone. 

           RonWeasleywasoutsideHarry’swindow.