Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Sorting Hat
"IwouldpreferyoutocallmeSirNicholasdeMimsy—"theghostbeganstiffly,butsandy-hairedSeamusFinniganinterrupted.
"NearlyHeadless? Howcanyoubenearlyheadless?"
SirNicholaslookedextremelymiffed,asiftheirlittlechatwasn’tgoingatallthewayhewanted.
"Likethis,"hesaidirritably. Heseizedhisleftearandpulled. Hiswholeheadswungoffhisneckandfellontohisshoulderasifitwasonahinge. Someonehadobviouslytriedtobeheadhim,butnotdoneitproperly. Lookingpleasedatthestunnedlooksontheirfaces,NearlyHeadlessNickflippedhisheadbackontohisneck,coughed,andsaid, "So—newGryffindors! Ihopeyou’regoingtohelpuswinthehousechampionshipthisyear? Gryffindorshavenevergonesolongwithoutwinning. Slytherinshavegotthecupsixyearsinarow! TheBloodyBaron’sbecomingalmostunbearable—he’stheSlytheringhost."
HarrylookedoverattheSlytherintableandsawahorribleghostsittingthere,withblankstaringeyes,agauntface,androbesstainedwithsilverblood. HewasrightnexttoMalfoywho,Harrywaspleasedtosee,didn’tlooktoopleasedwiththeseatingarrangements.
"Howdidhegetcoveredinblood? "askedSeamuswithgreatinterest.
"I’veneverasked,"saidNearlyHeadlessNickdelicately.
Wheneveryonehadeatenasmuchastheycould,theremainsofthefoodfadedfromtheplates,leavingthemsparklingcleanasbefore. Amomentlaterthedessertsappeared. Blocksoficecreamineveryflavoryoucouldthinkof,applepies,treacletarts,chocolateeclairsandjamdoughnuts,trifle,strawberries,Jell-O,ricepudding...
