Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Chamber of Secrets
Ifonlytherewassomethingtheycoulddo.Anything.
"Harry"saidRon."D’youthinkthere’sanychanceatallshe’snot-youknow—"
Harrydidn’tknowwhattosay.Hecouldn’tseehowGinnycouldstillbealive.
"D’youknowwhat?"saidRon. "IthinkweshouldgoandseeLockhart.Tellhimwhatweknow.He’sgoingtotryandgetintotheChamber. Wecantellhimwherewethinkitis,andtellhimit’sabasiliskinthere."
BecauseHarrycouldn’tthinkofanythingelsetodo,andbecausehewantedtobedoingsomething,heagreed. TheGryffindorsaroundthemweresomiserable,andfeltsosorryfortheWeasleys,thatnobodytriedtostopthemastheygotup,crossedtheroom,andleftthroughtheportraithole.
DarknesswasfallingastheywalkeddowntoLockhart’soffice. Thereseemedtobealotofactivitygoingoninsideit.Theycouldhearscraping,thumps,andhurriedfootsteps.
Harryknockedandtherewasasuddensilencefrominside. ThenthedooropenedthetiniestcrackandtheysawoneofLockhart’seyespeeringthroughit.
"Oh-Mr.Potter-Mr.Weasley-"hesaid,openingthedoorabitwider. "I’mratherbusyatthemoment-ifyouwouldbequick—"
"Professor,we’vegotsomeinformationforyou,"saidHarry."Wethinkit’llhelpyou."
"Er-well-it’snotterribly-" ThesideofLockhart’sfacethattheycouldseelookedveryuncomfortable."Imean-well-allright—"
Heopenedthedoorandtheyentered.
Hisofficehadbeenalmostcompletelystripped. Twolargetrunksstoodopenonthefloor.
