Гарри Поттер и тайная комната

           Fangyelpedandtriedtorun,butgotlodgedinatangleofthornsandyelpedevenlouder. 

           "Harry!"Ronshouted,hisvoicebreakingwithrelief"Harry,it’sourcar!" 

           "What?" 

           "Comeon!" 

           HarryblunderedafterRontowardthelight,stumblingandtripping,andamomentlatertheyhademergedintoaclearing. 

           Mr.Weasley’scarwasstanding,empty,inthemiddleofacircleofthicktreesunderaroofofdensebranches,itsheadlightsablaze. AsRonwalked,open-mouthed,towardit,itmovedslowlytowardhim,exactlylikealarge,turquoisedoggreetingitsowner. 

           "It’sbeenhereallthetime!"saidRondelightedly,walkingaroundthecar. "Lookatit.Theforest’sturneditwild..." 

           Thesidesofthecarwerescratchedandsmearedwithmud. Apparentlyithadtakentotrundlingaroundtheforestonitsown. Fangdidn’tseematallkeenonit;hekeptclosetoHarry,whocouldfeelhimquivering. Hisbreathingslowingdownagain,Harrystuffedhiswandbackintohisrobes. 

           "Andwethoughtitwasgoingtoattackus!"saidRon,leaningagainstthecarandpattingit. "Iwonderedwhereithadgone!" 

           Harrysquintedaroundonthefloodlitgroundforsignsofmorespiders,buttheyhadallscuttledawayfromtheglareoftheheadlights. 

           "We’velostthetrail,"hesaid."C’mon,let’sgoandfindthem." 

           Rondidn’tspeak. Hedidn’tmove.Hiseyeswerefixedonapointsometenfeetabovetheforestfloor,rightbehindHarry. Hisfacewaslividwithterror.