Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           Avoiceechoedthroughthetrain:"WewillbereachingHogwartsinfiveminutes’time. Pleaseleaveyourluggageonthetrain,itwillbetakentotheschoolseparately." 

           Harry’sstomachlurchedwithnervesandRon,hesaw,lookedpaleunderhisfreckles. Theycrammedtheirpocketswiththelastofthesweetsandjoinedthecrowdthrongingthecorridor. 

           Thetrainslowedrightdownandfinallystopped. Peoplepushedtheirwaytowardthedoorandoutontoatiny,darkplatform. Harryshiveredinthecoldnightair. Thenalampcamebobbingovertheheadsofthestudents,andHarryheardafamiliarvoice: "Firs’years! Firs’yearsoverhere! Allrightthere,Harry?" 

           Hagrid’sbighairyfacebeamedovertheseaofheads. 

           "C’mon,followme—anymorefirs’years? Mindyerstep,now! Firs’yearsfollowme!" 

           Slippingandstumbling,theyfollowedHagriddownwhatseemedtobeasteep,narrowpath. ItwassodarkoneithersideofthemthatHarrythoughttheremustbethicktreesthere. Nobodyspokemuch. Neville,theboywhokeptlosinghistoad,sniffedonceortwice. 

           "Yeh’llgetyerfirs’sighto’Hogwartsinasec," Hagridcalledoverhisshoulder,"jus’roundthisbendhere." 

           Therewasaloud"Oooooh!" 

           Thenarrowpathhadopenedsuddenlyontotheedgeofagreatblacklake.