Гарри Поттер и тайная комната

           Thecar,however,hadreachedtheendofitstether. Withtwosharpclunks,thedoorsflewopenandHarryfelthisseattipsideways: Nextthingheknewhewassprawledonthedampground.Loudthudstoldhimthatthecarwasejectingtheirluggagefromthetrunk; Hedwig’scageflewthroughtheairandburstopen;sheroseoutofitwithanangryscreechandspedofftowardthecastlewithoutabackwardlook. Then,dented,scratched,andsteaming,thecarrumbledoffintothedarkness,itsrearlightsblazingangrily. 

           "Comeback!"Ronyelledafterit,brandishinghisbrokenwand."Dad’llkillme!" 

           Butthecardisappearedfromviewwithonelastsnortfromitsexhaust. 

           "Canyoubelieveourluck?"saidRonmiserably,bendingdowntopickupScabbers. "Ofallthetreeswecould’vehit,wehadtogetonethathitsback." 

           Heglancedoverhisshoulderattheancienttree,whichwasstillflailingitsbranchesthreateningly. 

           "Comeon,"saidHarrywearily,"we’dbettergetuptotheschool..." 

           Itwasn’tatallthetriumphantarrivaltheyhadpictured. Stiff,cold,andbruised,theyseizedtheendsoftheirtrunksandbegandraggingthemupthegrassyslope,towardthegreatoakfrontdoors. 

           "Ithinkthefeast’salreadystarted,"saidRon,droppinghistrunkatthefootofthefrontstepsandcrossingquietlytolookthroughabrightlylitwindow. "Hey-Harry-comeandlook-it’stheSorting!" 

           Harryhurriedoverand,together,heandRonpeeredinattheGreatHall.