Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Deathday Party
Hestumbledtoahalt,clutchingatthestonewall,listeningwithallhismight,lookingaround,squintingupanddownthedimlylitpassageway.
"Harry,what’reyou-?"
"It’sthatvoiceagain-shutupaminute—"
"...soohungry...forsolong..."
"Listen!"saidHarryurgently, andRonandHermionefroze,watchinghim.
"...kill...timetokill..."
Thevoicewasgrowingfainter.Harrywassureitwasmovingaway-movingupward.Amixtureoffearandexcitementgrippedhimashestaredatthedarkceiling; howcoulditbemovingupward?Wasitaphantom,towhomstoneceilingsdidn’tmatter?
"Thisway,"heshouted,andhebegantorun,upthestairs,intotheentrancehall.Itwasnogoodhopingtohearanythinghere,thebabbleoftalkfromtheHalloweenfeastwasechoingoutoftheGreatHall. Harrysprintedupthemarblestaircasetothefirstfloor,RonandHermioneclatteringbehindhim.
"Harry,what’rewe—"
"SHH!"
Harrystrainedhisears.Distantly,fromthefloorabove,andgrowingfainterstill,heheardthevoice: "...Ismellblood...ISMELLBLOOD!"
Hisstomachlurched—
"It’sgoingtokillsomeone!"heshouted,andignoringRon’sandHermione’sbewilderedfaces,heranupthenextflightofstepsthreeatatime,tryingtolistenoverhisownpoundingfootsteps -Harryhurtledaroundthewholeofthesecondfloor,RonandHermionepantingbehindhim,notstoppinguntiltheyturnedacornerintothelast,desertedpassage.
"Harry,whatwasthatallabout?"saidRon,wipingsweatoffhisface.
