Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           Hewastoosleepyeventobesurprisedthatthepeopleintheportraitsalongthecorridorswhisperedandpointedastheypassed,orthattwicePercyledthemthroughdoorwayshiddenbehindslidingpanelsandhangingtapestries. Theyclimbedmorestaircases,yawninganddraggingtheirfeet,andHarrywasjustwonderinghowmuchfarthertheyhadtogowhentheycametoasuddenhalt. 

           Abundleofwalkingstickswasfloatinginmidairaheadofthem,andasPercytookasteptowardthemtheystartedthrowingthemselvesathim. 

           "Peeves,"Percywhisperedtothefirstyears."Apoltergeist."Heraisedhisvoice,"Peeves—showyourself." 

           Aloud,rudesound,liketheairbeingletoutofaballoon,answered. 

           "DoyouwantmetogototheBloodyBaron?" 

           Therewasapop,andalittlemanwithwicked,darkeyesandawidemouthappeared,floatingcross-leggedintheair,clutchingthewalkingsticks. 

           "Oooooooh!"hesaid,withanevilcackle."IckleFirsties!Whatfun!" 

           Heswoopedsuddenlyatthem.Theyallducked. 

           "Goaway,Peeves,ortheBaron’llhearaboutthis,Imeanit!"barkedPercy. 

           Peevesstuckouthistongueandvanished,droppingthewalkingsticksonNeville’shead.Theyheardhimzoomingaway,rattlingcoatsofarmorashepassed. 

           "YouwanttowatchoutforPeeves,"saidPercy,astheysetoffagain."TheBloodyBaron’stheonlyonewhocancontrolhim,hewon’tevenlistentousprefects.Hereweare."