Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           ProfessorMcGonagallhadreturned. Onebyone,theghostsfloatedawaythroughtheoppositewall. 

           "Now,formaline,"ProfessorMcGonagalltoldthefirstyears,"andfollowme." 

           Feelingoddlyasthoughhislegshadturnedtolead,Harrygotintolinebehindaboywithsandyhair,withRonbehindhim, andtheywalkedoutofthechamber,backacrossthehall,andthroughapairofdoubledoorsintotheGreatHall. 

           Harryhadneverevenimaginedsuchastrangeandsplendidplace. Itwaslitbythousandsandthousandsofcandlesthatwerefloatinginmidairoverfourlongtables,wheretherestofthestudentsweresitting. Thesetableswerelaidwithglitteringgoldenplatesandgoblets. Atthetopofthehallwasanotherlongtablewheretheteachersweresitting. ProfessorMcGonagallledthefirstyearsuphere,sothattheycametoahaltinalinefacingtheotherstudents,withtheteachersbehindthem. Thehundredsoffacesstaringatthemlookedlikepalelanternsintheflickeringcandlelight. Dottedhereandthereamongthestudents,theghostsshonemistysilver. Mainlytoavoidallthestaringeyes,Harrylookedupwardandsawavelvetyblackceilingdottedwithstars. HeheardHermionewhisper, "Itsbewitchedtolookliketheskyoutside. IreadaboutitinHogwarts,AHistory." 

           Itwashardtobelievetherewasaceilingthereatall,andthattheGreatHalldidn’tsimplyopenontotheheavens. 

           HarryquicklylookeddownagainasProfessorMcGonagallsilentlyplacedafour-leggedstoolinfrontofthefirstyears. Ontopofthestoolsheputapointedwizard’shat. Thishatwaspatchedandfrayedandextremelydirty. AuntPetuniawouldn’thaveletitinthehouse.