Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка

           "Outoftheway!"yelledHarry,knockingtwoboysasideashesprintedtowardthelandinganddowntheremainderofthemarblestaircase.Theoakfrontdoorshadbeenblastedopen,thereweresmearsofbloodontheflagstones,andseveralterrifiedstudentsstoodhuddledagainstthewalls,oneortwostillcoweringwiththeirarmsovertheirfaces.ThegiantGryffindorhourglasshadbeenhitbyacurse,andtherubieswithinwerestillfalling,withaloudrattle,ontotheflagstonesbelow.

           Harryflewacrosstheentrancehallandoutintothedarkgrounds:hecouldjustmakeoutthreefiguresracingacrossthelawn,headingforthegatesbeyondwhichtheycouldDisapparate—bythelooksofthem,thehugeblondDeathEaterand,somewayaheadofhim,SnapeandMalfoy...

           ThecoldnightairrippedatHarry’slungsashetoreafterthem;hesawaflashoflightinthedistancethatmomentarilysilhouettedhisquarry.Hedidnotknowwhatitwasbutcontinuedtorun,notyetnearenoughtogetagoodaimwithacurse—

           Anotherflash,shouts,retaliatoryjetsoflight,andHarryunderstood:HagridhademergedfromhiscabinandwastryingtostoptheDeathEatersescaping,andthougheverybreathseemedtoshredhislungsandthestitchinhischestwaslikefire,Harryspedupasanunbiddenvoiceinhisheadsaid:notHagrid...notHagridtoo...