Гарри Поттер и тайная комната

           HarryraceduptoGryffindorTower,collectedhisNimbusTwoThousand,andjoinedthelargecrowdswarmingacrossthegrounds, buthismindwasstillinthecastlealongwiththebodilessvoice, andashepulledonhisscarletrobesinthelockerroom,hisonlycomfortwasthateveryonewasnowoutsidetowatchthegame. 

           Theteamswalkedontothefieldtotumultuousapplause. OliverWoodtookoffforawarm-upflightaroundthegoalposts; MadamHoochreleasedtheballs. TheHufflepuffs,whoplayedincanaryyellow,werestandinginahuddle,havingalast-minutediscussionoftactics. 

           HarrywasjustmountinghisbroomwhenProfessorMcGonagallcamehalfmarching,halfrunningacrossthepitch,carryinganenormouspurplemegaphone. 

           Harry’sheartdroppedlikeastone. 

           "Thismatchhasbeencancelled,"ProfessorMcGonagallcalledthroughthemegaphone,addressingthepackedstadium.Therewereboosandshouts. OliverWood,lookingdevastated,landedandrantowardProfessorMcGonagallwithoutgettingoffhisbroomstick. 

           "But,Professor!"heshouted."We’vegottoplay-thecup-Gryffindor—" 

           ProfessorMcGonagallignoredhimandcontinuedtoshoutthroughhermegaphone: 

           "AllstudentsaretomaketheirwaybacktotheHousecommonrooms,wheretheirHeadsofHouseswillgivethemfurtherinformation. Asquicklyasyoucan,please!" 

           ThensheloweredthemegaphoneandbeckonedHarryovertoher. 

           "Potter,Ithinkyou’dbettercomewithme..."