Гарри Поттер и тайная комната

           Theycouldn’tmoveveryquicklynow;thereweretreerootsandstumpsintheirway,barelyvisibleinthenearblackness. HarrycouldfeelFang’shotbreathonhishand. Morethanonce,theyhadtostop,sothatHarrycouldcrouchdownandfindthespidersinthewandlight. 

           Theywalkedforwhatseemedlikeatleasthalfanhour,theirrobessnaggingonlow-slungbranchesandbrambles. Afterawhile,theynoticedthatthegroundseemedtobeslopingdownward,thoughthetreeswereasthickasever. 

           ThenFangsuddenlyletlooseagreat,echoingbark,makingbothHarryandRonjumpoutoftheirskins. 

           "What?"saidRonloudly,lookingaroundintothepitch-dark,andgrippingHarry’selbowveryhard. 

           "There’ssomethingmovingoverthere,"Harrybreathed. "Listen...soundslikesomethingbig..." 

           Theylistened. Somedistancetotheirright,thesomethingbigwassnappingbranchesasitcarvedapaththroughthetrees. 

           "Oh,no,"saidRon."Oh,no,oh,no,oh—" 

           "Shutup,"saidHarryfrantically."It’llhearyou." 

           "Hearme?"saidRoninanunnaturallyhighvoice."It’salreadyheardFang!" 

           Thedarknessseemedtobepressingontheireyeballsastheystood,terrified,waiting. Therewasastrangerumblingnoiseandthensilence. 

           "Whatd’youthinkit’sdoing?"saidHarry. 

           "Probablygettingreadytopounce,"saidRon. 

           Theywaited,shivering,hardlydaringtomove. 

           "D’youthinkit’sgone?"Harrywhispered. 

           "Dunno—" 

           Then,totheirright,cameasuddenblazeoflight,sobrightinthedarknessthatbothofthemflunguptheirhandstoshieldtheireyes.