Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
At Flourish and Blotts
Theonehe’djustleft,BorginandBurkes,lookedlikethelargest,butoppositewasanastywindowdisplayofshrunkenheadsand,twodoorsdown,alargecagewasalivewithgiganticblackspiders. Twoshabby-lookingwizardswerewatchinghimfromtheshadowofadoorway,mutteringtoeachother. Feelingjumpy,Harrysetoff,tryingtoholdhisglassesonstraightandhopingagainsthopehe’dbeabletofindawayoutofhere.
AnoldwoodenstreetsignhangingoverashopsellingpoisonouscandlestoldhimhewasinKnockturnAlley. Thisdidn’thelp,asHarryhadneverheardofsuchaplace.Hesupposedhehadn’tspokenclearlyenoughthroughhismouthfulofashesbackintheWeasleys’fire. Tryingtostaycalm,hewonderedwhattodo.
"Notlostareyou,mydear?"saidavoiceinhisear,makinghimjump.
Anagedwitchstoodinfrontofhim,holdingatrayofwhatlookedhorriblylikewholehumanfingernails.Sheleeredathim,showingmossyteeth.Harrybackedaway.
"I’mfine,thanks,"hesaid."I’mjust—"
"HARRY!Whatd’yehthinkyerdoin’downthere?"
Harry’sheartleapt.Sodidthewitch;aloadoffingernailscascadeddownoverherfeetandshecursedasthemassiveformofHagrid,theHogwarts’gamekeeper,camestridingtowardthem,beetle-blackeyesflashingoverhisgreatbristlingbeard.
"Hagrid!"Harrycroakedinrelief."Iwaslost-Floopowder—"
HagridseizedHarrybythescruffoftheneckandpulledhimawayfromthewitch,knockingthetrayrightoutofherhands.
