Гарри Поттер и тайная комната

           "You’vebeenwonderingwhetherIputyouintherightHouse,"saidthehatsmartly. "Yes...youwereparticularlydifficulttoplace. ButIstandbywhatIsaidbefore-"Harry’sheartleapt-"youwouldhavedonewellinSlytherin—" 

           Harry’sstomachplummeted.Hegrabbedthepointofthehatandpulleditoff. Ithunglimplyinhishand,grubbyandfaded. Harrypusheditbackontoitsshelf,feelingsick. 

           "You’rewrong,"hesaidaloudtothestillandsilenthat. Itdidn’tmove. Harrybackedaway,watchingit.Thenastrange,gaggingnoisebehindhimmadehimwheelaround. 

           Hewasn’taloneafterall. Standingonagoldenperchbehindthedoorwasadecrepit-lookingbirdthatresembledahalf-pluckedturkey. Harrystaredatitandthebirdlookedbalefullyback,makingitsgaggingnoiseagain. Harrythoughtitlookedveryill.Itseyesweredulland,evenasHarrywatched,acouplemorefeathersfelloutofitstail. 

           HarrywasjustthinkingthatallheneededwasforDumbledore’spetbirdtodiewhilehewasaloneintheofficewithit, whenthebirdburstintoflames. 

           Harryyelledinshockandbackedawayintothedesk.Helookedfeverishlyaroundincasetherewasaglassofwatersomewherebutcouldn’tseeone; thebird,meanwhile,hadbecomeafireball;itgaveoneloudshriekandnextsecondtherewasnothingbutasmoulderingpileofashonthefloor. 

           Theofficedooropened.Dumbledorecamein,lookingverysomber. 

           "Professor,"Harrygasped.