Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Sectumsempra
Whenheopenedhiseyes,thereitwasatlast:thedoortotheRoomofRequirement.Harrywrencheditopen,flunghimselfinside,andslammeditshut.
Hegasped.Despitehishaste,hispanic,hisfearofwhatawaitedhimbackinthebathroom,hecouldnothelpbutbeoverawedbywhathewaslookingat.Hewasstandinginaroomthesizeofalargecathedral,whosehighwindowsweresendingshaftsoflightdownuponwhatlookedlikeacitywithtoweringwalls,builtofwhatHarryknewmustbeobjectshiddenbygenerationsofHogwartsinhabitants.Therewerealleywaysandroadsborderedbyteteringpilesofbrokenanddamagedfurniture,stowedaway,perhaps,tohidetheevidenceofmishandledmagic,orelsehiddenbycastle-proudhouse-elves.Therewerethousandsandthousandsofbooks,nodoubtbannedorgraffitiedorstolen.TherewerewingedcatapultsandFangedFrisbees,somestillwithenoughlifeinthemtohoverhalf-heartedlyoverthemountainsofotherforbiddenitems;therewerechippedbottlesofcongealedpotions,hats,jewels,cloaks;therewerewhatlookedlikedragoneggshells,corkedbottleswhosecontentsstillshimmeredevilly,severalrustingswords,andaheavy,bloodstainedaxe.
Harryhurriedforwardintooneofthemanyalleywaysbetweenallthishiddentreasure.Heturnedrightpastanenormousstuffedtroll,ranonashortway,tookaleftatthebrokenVanishingCabinetinwhichMontaguehadgotlostthepreviousyear,finallypausingbesidealargecupboardthatseemedtohavehadacidthrownatitsblisteredsurface.
