Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Very Secret Diary
"Whatareyoudoing,wanderingaroundthislate,Tom?"
Harrygapedatthewizard. Hewasnoneotherthanafifty-year-youngerDumbledore.
"Ihadtoseetheheadmaster,sir,"saidRiddle.
"Well,hurryofftobed,"saidDumbledore,givingRiddleexactlythekindofpenetratingstareHarryknewsowell. "Bestnottoroamthecorridorsthesedays.Notsince..."
Hesighedheavily,badeRiddlegoodnight,andstrodeoff. Riddlewatchedhimwalkoutofsightandthen,movingquickly,headedstraightdownthestonestepstothedungeons,withHarryinhotpursuit.
ButtoHarry’sdisappointment,RiddleledhimnotintoahiddenpassagewayorasecrettunnelbuttotheverydungeoninwhichHarryhadPotionswithSnape. Thetorcheshadn’tbeenlit,andwhenRiddlepushedthedooralmostclosed,Harrycouldonlyjustseehim,standingstock-stillbythedoor,watchingthepassageoutside.
ItfelttoHarrythattheywerethereforatleastanhour. AllhecouldseewasthefigureofRiddleatthedoor,staringthroughthecrack,waitinglikeastatue. AndjustwhenHarryhadstoppedfeelingexpectantandtenseandstartedwishinghecouldreturntothepresent,heheardsomethingmovebeyondthedoor.
Someonewascreepingalongthepassage.HeheardwhoeveritwaspassthedungeonwhereheandRiddlewerehidden. Riddle,quietasashadow,edgedthroughthedoorandfollowed,Harrytiptoeingbehindhim,forgettingthathecouldn’tbeheard.
Forperhapsfiveminutestheyfollowedthefootsteps,untilRiddlestoppedsuddenly,hisheadinclinedinthedirectionofnewnoises.
