Гарри Поттер и тайная комната

           "But-but—" 

           "MysonsanddaughtersdonotharmHagrid,onmycommand. ButIcannotdenythemfreshmeat,whenitwanderssowillinglyintoourmidst. Good-bye,friendofHagrid." 

           Harryspunaround. Feetaway,toweringabovehim,wasasolidwallofspiders,clicking,theirmanyeyesgleamingintheiruglyblackheads. 

           Evenashereachedforhiswand,Harryknewitwasnogood,thereweretoomanyofthem, butashetriedtostand,readytodiefighting,aloud,longnotesounded,andablazeoflightflamedthroughthehollow. 

           Mr.Weasley’scarwasthunderingdowntheslope,headlightsglaring,itshornscreeching,knockingspidersaside;severalwerethrownontotheirbacks,theirendlesslegswavingintheair. ThecarscreechedtoahaltinfrontofHarryandRonandthedoorsflewopen. 

           "GetFang!"Harryyelled,divingintothefrontseat; Ronseizedtheboarhoundaroundthemiddleandthrewhim,yelping,intothebackofthecar-thedoorsslammedshut -Rondidn’ttouchtheacceleratorbutthecardidn’tneedhim;theengineroaredandtheywereoff,hittingmorespiders. Theyspeduptheslope,outofthehollow,andtheyweresooncrashingthroughtheforest, brancheswhippingthewindowsasthecarwounditswaycleverlythroughthewidestgaps,followingapathitobviouslyknew. 

           HarrylookedsidewaysatRon. Hismouthwasstillopeninthesilentscream,buthiseyesweren’tpoppinganymore. 

           "Areyouokay?" 

           Ronstaredstraightahead,unabletospeak.