Гарри Поттер и тайная комната

           Itwaseerie,spine-tingling,unearthly;itliftedthehaironHarry’sscalpandmadehisheartfeelasthoughitwasswellingtotwiceitsnormalsize. Then,asthemusicreachedsuchapitchthatHarryfeltitvibratinginsidehisownribs,flameseruptedatthetopofthenearestpillar. 

           Acrimsonbirdthesizeofaswanhadappeared,pipingitsweirdmusictothevaultedceiling. Ithadaglitteringgoldentailaslongasapeacock’sandgleaminggoldentalons,whichweregrippingaraggedbundle. 

           Asecondlater,thebirdwasflyingstraightatHarry.Itdroppedtheraggedthingitwascarryingathisfeet,thenlandedheavilyonhisshoulder. Asitfoldeditsgreatwings,Harrylookedupandsawithadalong,sharpgoldenbeakandabeadyblackeye. 

           Thebirdstoppedsinging. ItsatstillandwarmnexttoHarry’scheek,gazingsteadilyatRiddle. 

           "That’saphoenix."saidRiddle,staringshrewdlybackatit. 

           "Fawkes?"Harrybreathed,andhefeltthebird’sgoldenclawssqueezehisshouldergently. 

           "Andthat-"saidRiddle,noweyeingtheraggedthingthatFawkeshaddropped,"that’stheoldschoolSortingHat—" 

           Soitwas.Patched,frayed,anddirty,thehatlaymotionlessatHarry’sfeet. 

           Riddlebegantolaughagain.Helaughedsohardthatthedarkchamberrangwithit,asthoughtenRiddleswerelaughingatonce. 

           "ThisiswhatDumbledoresendshisdefender!Asongbirdandanoldhat!Doyoufeelbrave,HarryPotter?Doyoufeelsafenow?" 

           Harrydidn’tanswer.